Call Sign Romeo (2022) - full transcript

Chris.

Chris!

I know.

Move it!

-You're going to be late.
-I'm never late.

-I hope you get a time out.
-I hope you get cooties.

Mom!

Be careful on that bike.
You don't need another ticket.

Slow down.
Chris, don't speed.

Don't worry.
There's no need.

Mr. Torres.



Mr. Torres?

Chris!

Sorry.

You said if we finished
early, we could take a rest.

Yeah, you were about to snore
the ceiling tiles out.

Sorry, Miss Santoro,

but the differential equations
really took it out of me.

Look, the math may come
easy to you, Mr. Torres,

but respect for the class
is still part of your grade.

Sorry, gotta get to practice.

-Think you'll make captain?
-I hope not.

I just wanna wrestle.
That's where I do my best work.

I'd have to agree with that.

Smooth move, Romeo.



I'd be jealous,
but I've gotten used to being
the second love of your life.

What do you think?

You're the best
and everyone knows it.

Just as long as you know it.

Practice in five
if you can make it.

You heard him, Romeo.
Better get a move on

if you wanna stay
in Kelvin's good graces.

-Hey, he needs me.
-Lucky him.

-See you after practice?
-Nah, I gotta fly.

Okay, well then I'll see you
tomorrow, Romeo.

Hey, that's what
I'm talking about.

Well, well. Torres!

Gracing us
with your presence this year?

What? Coach, you know
my moves are the only thing

keeping the fans awake
out there, right?

Only because they want to be
watching when you eat mat.

We've got a small team
this year, some newbies.

I need you to step up,
set an example.

Think you're up to that?

Easy to do when all eyes
are on me, Coach.

Is that a yes?

-Sure.
-Good.

Circle up.

Take a knee.

Listen up.

Welcome
to First Flight Wrestling.

Here's the thing,
we're a really small team
this year,

so everybody is going to be
a starter, even the new guys.

But if you're serious
and you practice hard,

we can form up
and have a great year.

-That's right, Coach.
-Yes, sir.

We're counting on each other.

So focus,
learn from each other,

work together.

From what I've seen so far,
the Nighthawks
have a good chance

to make a run for the Team
State Championship,

so let's get it done.

- Yes, Coach.
- All right.

Now, captains this year
are going to be our
returning seniors,

Zelinski and Torres.

Torres just got out
of cross country,
so he's gonna lead running.

Zelinski, I want you
to lead warmups on the mat.

Got it.

Good news is we've got
a heavyweight this year.

Zachary, you're a rare breed
out here, kid.

We're also honored to have
our first female wrestler
on the team, Carla.

Not only is she good,

but she is just like
every other wrestler
on this team.

You will treat her
with respect.

If you can't handle that,
get your jumped-up macho crap

outta my gym,
and off of my team,
you understand?

- Yes, Coach.
- No problem, Coach.

Good. Let's get warmed up.
Run first, then practice.

Chris, I want you to take them
to the monument and back.

Okay? Keep it brisk,
stay together.

This is day one
of our championship season.

- Let's go!
- Yes, Coach.

Coach, can I talk
to you for a second?

What is it, Torres?
You're supposed to be
leading the run.

I didn't want to be
team Captain.

I didn't wanna be
so dang handsome,
but here we are.

-Yeah, but--
-Look,

I asked you if you wanted
to step up and set an example.

You said yes.

Yeah, I wanna do more
with wrestling.

-I didn't want to babysit.
-Babysit?

You think what I'm doing
up here is babysitting?

You think I'm up here,
what, wiping backsides,
kissing boo-boos?

I coach a team.
A team needs captains.

You've been talking Navy
since you wandered
through my door.

You think
you're gonna make it

with fancy moves
and a pretty boy smile?

Hell no.
You gotta work for it.

You gotta show for it.

Most important,
you gotta prove it.

Do you think
you can prove it, Torres?

Do you actually think
I have a pretty smile?

Son, you better
start jogging.

Kid, you ain't paying me
to listen to you whine.

-I'm your flight instructor,
not your therapist.
-Sorry, Paul.

I don't want to hear you
apologizing either.

Sitting over here
sounding like a living,
breathing country song.

-Which one's Marcus?
-What?

Your problem of the week,
Marcus. Which one is he?

We've been rivals
since freshman year.

He's bigger than I am,
meaner.

He calls himself
The Red Menace.

That's stupid.

You can't give yourself
a nickname.

Has to be given to you.
You think if I had
any choice about it,

-I'd be call sign Digger?
-Why were you called Digger?

Eh, I was constantly
on report during training.

Had me digging
ditches all the time.

Had my head in the ground
so often they started
calling me Digger.

-Sounds awful.
-Better than Blockhead.

There's a Blockhead?
How'd he get that name?

'Cause he asked a lot
of stupid questions.

Get it, kid?

You don't get
that kind of name by being
the smartest kid on the block.

Looks like your hour's up.

What say we shoot
the canals on the way
back to the airport, huh?

-I'm game if you are.
-Yippee ki-yay, my friend.

So what is
a team captain anyway?

It's a babysitting position.

Why do they need
a babysitter at school?

Not at school,
at practice and matches.

Someone has to show them
how to do it right.

-And they picked you?
-And you pick your nose.

I'm telling Mom.

You're telling Mom
that you pick your nose?

Mom, Chris just said
that I was going to tell you

that I pick my nose.

-And you just did.
-That's not funny.

Oh, man.

So congratulations
on making team captain.

Everyone keeps saying that.

I learned
this cool new Russian move.
I just wanna wrestle.

You'll have plenty
of time to do that.

A little responsibility
never hurt anybody.

And I'm sure it had
something to do with this.

"Dear Chris Torres,

We have received
your application
to the US Naval Academy.

The following items
are complete:

transcript to include
the chemistry, physics,

and calculus,
standardized test scores..."

Those are easier to get
when you're not sleeping
through class.

"...Two letters
of recommendation,"
blah, blah, blah.

"The following items
need to be complete:

Congressional Nomination."

Have you sent your request
to Senator Williams?

- Mailed it.
- Good.

Now come inside
and get a shower.

-It's almost time for dinner.
-Already ate.

Torres, come here a second.

Got a call today
from Coach Givens
up in Annapolis.

Looks like they got
your application.

He wanted to know what kind
of wrestler you are.

You tell him I was
the best you ever trained?

Told him the truth, Torres.

You're state championship
material.

He liked that.

Said almost all
of his kids are state champs.

-Admissions likes it.
-Then they're gonna love me.

Man, there you go again.

Standing here just kissing
your own backside.

Why aren't you working
with the rest of the team?

You're a captain.

'Cause I handle the runs
and Marcus has them in here.

I would hate to have
to show him up.

Believing in yourself is fine,

but you've got to start
being a team player.

No one is the full package.

Coach Givens
gave me the news.

He did a pre-read
with admissions.

-You didn't get in.
-What?

He didn't give me
any specifics,

but they kicked it back
to him for final say so.

According to him,
there's only one way in.

You've got to win
that state championship.

That's not fair.

Well, their game,
their rules on what is fair.

You win or you don't.

You step up
or you sit down.

Now what the hell
are you gonna do about it?

I'm gonna win
the state championship.

That's what I like to hear.

And a good team
will get you there.

So, why don't you take them
out for a run, captain?

All right, Nighthawks,

let's take a trip to Wilbur
and Orville, let's go.

Whoo!

You know, when I signed up
for this,

I didn't think there'd be
this much running.

It's good for you, Jolly G.
Helps to build up your stamina.

Yeah, but we don't run
around on the mat.

You need a good stamina
to hold your own on the mat.

What do you intend
to do to your opponent,
fall on him until he gives up?

Something like that.
When I was in football,

Coach told me to do
the same thing.

All he wanted me to do
is fall on people.

-You're on the football team?
-No, I quit.

Too much running.

What did you think we were
gonna do, Tons-of-Fun?

Run around in glitter capes
and throw chairs at people?

This is real wrestling.
Let's go!

I don't think
he likes me that much.

He's a senior.
They don't like anybody.

Let's go.
Pick it up, let's go.

Come on.

Pick it up, nature boy.
Let's go!

-Is that necessary?
-It's motivation.

If he doesn't like it,
he'll work harder
to not hear it.

-Or he'll quit.
-Win-win.

All right, you loads,
take five to catch
your breath.

Last one down gets
to carry Slackary.

That is if it's all right
with you, El Capitan.

What do you want, Marcus?

You really didn't hear
any of that?

How do you run so fast
with your head crammed
between your legs?

-What's your problem?
-My problem?

We're supposed
to be team captains.

You think this is
some type of solo act.

You think you're
too good to even run up
the monument with your team.

Yeah, you gonna
call me a stupid name
to motivate me, too?

They're not stupid names
if they're true, Showboat.

Break's over.
We're going back down.
Let's go.

Don't worry,
I'll keep them in line

while you go cry
up front by yourself.

-Knock it off, you two.
-Give me a break.

Let's go, Nighthawks.

-Oh, man.
-Come on, you got it.

Good hard run,
gotta make sure we cool down.

You two can't even
go on a run together
without giving me grief?

Hey, what are y'all doing?
Focus, finish your workout.

You guys are supposed to be
my captains, my leaders.

-Not the main event.
-He started it.

Oh, spare me, Marcus.

You two have been butting
heads ever since year one.

I know the story.
I don't care.

Here's my problem.

How are we supposed
to get to states

with you two
clipping each other's knees

before we even have
a chance to stand?

Problem is
you're too stubborn.

Too full of yourselves to even
think about anyone else.

I believe I just formed
a plan to get you off
each other's backsides.

It's quite simple.

You guys have extra energy
to put on each other.

We'll just put it
on somebody else.

Welcome to the First Flight
Nighthawks

mentorship program.

What?

In addition to being
team captains,

you're going
to personally mentor
some of our newest members.

Marcus, you got Zachary.

There's a lot
of potential there.

Chris, you'd be
a good match for Carla.

-What?
-You've got to be joking.

Zelinski, the only joke
out here is you two.

So full of yourselves,

you don't have time
for anything else.

I just gave you
a way out of that.

-You're welcome.
-Come on.

Stow it, Torres.

Or does the state championship
mean that little to you?

That's what I thought.

Congratulations, gentlemen,

you're gonna be shaping
the next generation
of Nighthawks.

Let's go give them
the good news.

-You, a mentor?
-I know, right?

-What is Coach thinking?
-Right? I mean-- hey.

It's bad enough
he made you team captain.

Wow, you really know
how to build up a guy.

I'm not trying
to build you up, Romeo.

Coach knows what he's doing.

The Navy wants
leadership and that's
what he is giving you.

So put on your big-boy pants
and get in the game.

-Yes, ma'am.
-That's what I like to hear.

So, what's
the Navy telling you anyways?

I'm in a holding pattern
until the state championship
thing works itself out.

Seriously,
you should consider Army

if this whole Navy thing
doesn't work out.

Not an option.

You don't know that.
Navy's not doing you
any favors.

I'm not talking
about this with you.

Well, maybe I wanna talk
about it with you.

Maybe we should talk
about your swimming instead.

Crafty diversion, but I accept.

You're not
the only team captain
inspiring the troops.

Coach Bradshaw
is over the moon
with my backstroke.

Next meet is Tuesday.

Think you can come by
and see it?

-I can't, I got to practice.
-Imagine that.

-You always have practice.
-Practice makes perfect.

You're right,
practice does make perfect.

Check please.

We're heading out.

Chris and Marcus,
let's go, lead the way.

Clear the mat.

Ladies and gentlemen,

and here are
your First Flight Nighthawks.

Hey.

-Hi, Mrs. Torres.
What's up, Mike?
-Hi, Lisa.

First match of the season.
Think they're ready?

To hear Chris tell it,
he could take on
the whole team himself.

-I see Jack is back again.
-Of course.

It's what he was born to do.

The Creefs only make
wrestling champs.

Who's that young lady
out there?

That's Carla.
Chris is mentoring her.

Chris didn't tell you?

Oh, yeah.
To keep him and Marcus busy,
Coach is making them mentor.

Carla's stuck with Chris.

-Poor girl.
-Poor Coach.

I hope he knows
what he's doing.

One Chris
is more than enough.

Michael,
put that thing away.

We're here to watch
your brother wrestle.

Let me know
when he's losing.

All right guys,
bring it in.

All right,
good energy, I like it.

Ready, Jeff?

Chris, start this off right.
Don't do anything fancy.

Get it done quick and easy.

Relax, Coach. I'm here
to do some serious work.

Good, that's what
I want to hear.

Oh, boy, here we go.

Boo!

Unsportsmanlike conduct,
green.

One team point deduction,
green.

Come on, ref.
Let the kids wrestle.

He's just excited.

Coach, get control
of your wrestler.

Another unsportsmanlike
conduct against him

and I'm gonna
disqualify him.

That's a fine start
to the season.

-You're kidding me.
-Cut the crap, Chris.

Get out there
and get to work.

I even brought my tools,
sledge and hammer.

You know the Kortezki V2?

Gentlemen,
shake hands. Ready?

Two green, take down.

Now you do.

Gentlemen,
shake hands, please.

Nice match. Winner by fall.

Marcus, you're up.

Marcus. Good!

Fall!

Jack, TLT, TLT.
Jerk him!

Fall!

Come on, Zach.

Come on, Zach. You got it.

Two red, takedown.

Must be a nighttime run
to the bombing range.

I haven't worked up
to night flying yet.

-Paul thinks I'm ready though.
-I'm not surprised.

You're a natural,
just like your father.

You know, he was so good
that he used to do things

just to freak out
his instructors.

-Like what?
-Tell her about
the Coke can, Mom.

Well, once he learned
to land,

you know, touch down
and take off again
like on an aircraft carrier,

he used to hit the exact
same spot every time.

He got so good
that they used to put a Coke
can on the runway.

He would hit it on landing,
and then climb
right back up again.

It was very impressive.

His instructors weren't
too amused though.

Probably because he got
Coke all over the runway.

Probably so.

Well there was this other time
at Uncle Carl's wedding.

Nobody could find
your father anywhere,

but the priest insisted that
we go on with the ceremony.

As soon as he said,
"Now I pronounce you
husband and wife,"

your father did
this low altitude,
low speed flyover.

It scared the crap
out of everyone.

The windows shook.
The caterers dropped
trays of food.

Even one of the groomsmen
jumped in the bushes.

The priest was
in on it the whole time.

Well, oddly enough,

we weren't invited
to too many more weddings.

I wish I had
the chance to meet him.

He would've liked you a lot.
Don't worry though.

-I'm gonna be just like him.
-Me, too.

"Abandon all hope,
ye who enter here."

Not gonna be a problem.
Undefeated, baby.

-Who's gonna stop me?
-This is Kid Hulk's home turf.

You didn't wrestle him
last year, I did.

He pinned me in the first.

Yeah, well,
you'll get him this time.

- I hope you're right.
- Listen up.

Now, we've won some matches.
We've scored some points.

But this
is going to be tough.

You go in there strong,
you go in there smart.

-You got me?
-Yes, Coach.

Sweet Sookie.

You go in there
with that kind of energy,

we might as well just forfeit
and offer to wash their jocks.

Did I pick up the First Flight
quilting squad by mistake?

I said we wrestle
strong and smart!

- You got me?
- Yes, Coach!

Good.

I was starting to think I drove
all this way for nothing.

Now let's go get it done,
Nighthawks!

Hustle up.

We gotta talk.

You've got
some big competition today.

-Name's Eric Sutter.
-Kid Hulk?

-Yeah, I know him.
-Oh, fitting name.

He went to states
last year and won.

He's top dog in these parts.

Wrestled Jack last year
and pinned him in the first.

-Not this year.
-Yeah, that's right.

I found out this morning
Sutter upped his weight.

He's in a completely
different division.

-Your division.
-Lucky him.

You've had it easy
so far, Torres,

but this kid
is the real deal.

He's as fast as he is strong.

Do not play around
with this guy.

Relax, Coach.
This is not my first rodeo.

I got this.
He's new to my weight class.

I have the advantage.

Just trying to help.

Mmm.

Your mission,
should you choose to accept it.

That's Kid Hulk?
I was expecting
something greener.

That's 'cause he's
in a good mood.

Okay, Torres, you're up.
Move quick and counter.

Keep it simple.
Don't get flashy.

Watch out, Hulk smash.

Well, I'm Kid Kryptonite.

That's not how that works.

All right,
gentlemen, shake hands.

Two, takedown, two!

Just like last year, huh?

Shake hands.

What just happened?

Well, I'll tell you
what I saw.

Some cocky little chucklehead
didn't listen to his coach

and got his butt whooped.

What did it look like
from where you were?

This guy's a monster.

They don't call him Kid Hulk
for his vocabulary.

You want to be
a state champion,

you're gonna have
to go through him.

Through him?
How am I gonna do that?

Whoa, what's that, Torres?
You're asking someone for help?

I thought you were a solo act.

I've gotta mark this one
down on my calendar.

You've had it
easy so far, Torres,

but this kid is the real deal.

Whoa, what's that, Torres?
You're asking someone for help?

You want to be
a state champion,

you're gonna have
to go through him.

Uh, Marcus,
there's a problem.

What do you want, Slack?

-I have a match.
-So?

So, you're my mentor.
What do I do?

Just don't get pinned.

-Yo, what's up?
-What's up?

Yo, you guys got
a girl in my weight?

Sounds like she's making
you nervous, Damian.

Nah man, look,
I break the lady's hearts,
not their arms.

I don't want to hurt her.
Tell her to pin herself

in the first 20 seconds,
or I'm gonna banana split her.

Carla hates
being called a lady.

She's gonna hate
being embarrassed
in front of her team more.

I'm just trying to warn her.
It's only fair.

Why don't you go
tell her yourself?

Uh-oh, looks like
someone's intimidated.

-What you think, Chris?
-I believe so.

Hey, Damien,
is this your first time
ever touching a girl?

You tell her to eat mat,
or she's gonna get hurt.

So, you gonna tell her?

-What's up?
-What's up?

Word is you're going
against Damian.

So?

He wants you
to give up the match.

Said he only loves ladies
and doesn't hurt them.

I know, right?
He's gonna try
to banana split you.

If he takes you down,
he's gonna put a leg in
and attack the other leg.

-Thanks.
-No problem.

Whatever happens,
you get taken down,

always work
to your base, okay?
All right.

You got it, you bet.

-Carla Tillett.
-Damian Rodriguez.

-Talk to Chris?
-Yeah, bad news for you.

I ain't no lady.

Shake hands, please. Set.

Nice match. Shake hands.
Winner by fall.

You did good.

Not good enough.

So then Coach Bradshaw
told Karen

that maybe
if she shaved her legs

she could get
a little bit more speed,

and everybody thought that was
so funny except for Karen,

who's going
through this whole
natural woman thing

and doesn't think she has
to conform in order to compete.

And then practice turned
into this whole lesson
about hydrodynamics,

and I've never been
more bored in my life.

And you're not even
listening to me.

I was. You're talking
about aerodynamics.

I love aerodynamics.

And you're thinking
about planes again.

Did you even grasp anything
of what I was saying?

Karen would
make a lousy plane.

Touché.

On to unfinished business.

When can I see you
at one of my meets?

Smooth move, Romeo,
but you can't rose
your way out of this one.

Your meets are always
during my personal trainings.

And you're always training.

Well, I need
to be a state champ,

and to do that,
I gotta be in top condition.

You ever think you got
the wrong focus, Chris?

It's like everything
is rigged against you
from the beginning.

They want the best.

Maybe you should consider
switching sides.

Swimming is a Navy skill,
after all.

My dad and my uncles
and my brothers would kill me.

Not with the SEALs
at your back.

My uncles are Rangers.

I'm sensing a competition
coming along.

-Push up contest?
-What are the stakes?

Hmm, a kiss.

Ooh, nice one, Romeo.

Okay, and if I win, you have
to come to my next meet.

Hey, wait a minute.
All I'm getting is a kiss?

Too late,
I already accepted.

First one to 20, Romeo.

You better wave a flag
when you get there.

That's not fair.

That's the rallying
cry of a loser.

You're ten behind.

Hey, Mikey,
I got a pushup contest
going on with your brother.

If you help me win,
I'll give you a dollar.

Hey, what the heck?

Good match.
My next meet is Tuesday
at 7:00.

Don't forget
to bring your flag.

-You cheated.
-I called for reinforcements.

That's standard procedure
if you wanna secure the win.

But to show you
I'm such a good sport,

I'll give you
your prize for free.

-Ahem.
-Wow, some backup.

You get what you pay for.

Jeff, basic arm drag.

Okay, wrist and tricep,
shift.

Got it?

All right.

Dang, sack of potatoes.
You got moves like
a brick wall.

Maybe you should be
on the other team and put
that losing to good use.

Hey, now, take it easy.

I said take it easy.
Go, take a run.

Why don't you run
this clown?

If he wasn't
the only heavyweight
on the team,

he would've been out
weeks ago.

What are you staring at?
This ain't drama club.

Pick it up.

Coach, he's right.
I shouldn't be here.

I lose every match.

That's not technically true.

You've had three forfeits
this year already.

That's 18 team points
you scored

just by trying hard
and showing up.

Yeah, the benches show up.

Yeah, but they
don't win us points.

Look, kid,
this is a tough sport.

You've got ways to go yet,

but as long as you show up,
you've got a chance.

Stick with it, train hard,
believe in yourself.

-Well, that's the hard part.
-Well, maybe at first,

but after the first time
you surprise yourself,

you'll be amazed at what
you can go on to achieve.

Now, back to drilling.

Come on.

Let's work on stopping
those double legs.

So when are you
taking me up?

Paul said I need
a few more lessons

before he's comfortable
letting me risk
anyone else's life.

-That's encouraging.
-That's Paul.

What's on your mind, Torres?
You're broodier than normal.

Marcus was really giving
Zach a hard time
at practice yesterday.

Basically
called him useless.

I thought he was finally
gonna quit, but Coach talked
him out of it.

Zach's trying
to better himself
against the odds.

That's the kind of guy
you want on your team.

-Yeah, you're right.
-Of course I'm right.

I'm always right.

You're lucky you get
the wisdom for free.

If I start paying,
can I get less of it?

Race you to the pier.

Is that as fast
as they run in the Army?

-Ah.
-Proud of yourself?

You could say that.
Or maybe it was part
of my master plan.

Master plan?
More like petty revenge
for losing to me at pushups.

Both.

Or maybe it's 'cause
I want to get you alone
for a little bit.

Oh, I see.
And do you always get
what you want?

It's worked so far.

Just so you know,
this isn't an official visit

until I see you in the stands
at one of my swim meets.

Relax okay. I'll be there.

I'll believe it
when I see it.

I'll be there.
Wednesday at 8:00?

Tuesday at 7:00.

-How's Zach coming along?
-Well, he's still here.

Not for long
if Marcus has anything
to do with it.

I've got bad news, Slack.

Looks like
you've got a match.

You should go out
and forfeit

so I don't have
to hear you hit the mat.

How is this helping him?

You're supposed
to be a team captain.

You've done nothing
but cut him down
the whole season.

Believe me, he should
have been cut weeks ago.

He's useless.

He's still here giving
his all despite having
to put up with you.

That has to mean something.

Put it in the match,
Zelinski.

Keep that crap
off my sideline.

Tell your Showboat
to mind his own business.

The team
is everyone's business.

Go warm up, Zelinski.

You know what?
You're looking for a fight,

so you better deliver
on that mat

or you're gonna be pulling
double laps tomorrow.

Don't listen
to that clown, man.

You only lose
if you stop trying.

You haven't stopped yet,
Jolly Green.

Carla Tillett.

Trent Campos.

Shake hands, please. Set.

Change.

Green takes down.
Green, get set.

Two, reversal, green.

Set red, green cover.

One escape red neutral,
one red neutral.

Shake hands, please.
Nice match.

Winner by decision.

Yeah!
Yo, that was awesome!

She got her first...

Coach, bad news.

I got sent
to the principal today.

-What happened?
-Somebody reported me.

What about?

For bringing
King and Kong to school.

All right, guys, listen up.

On the line. Let's go live.

-You ready?
-Always.

Let's go, dog.

-Hey, what are you doing?
-Just defending.

Keep it legal.

-Why are you such a jerk?
-You are, too.

-Just in a different way.
-I don't get it.

What's with you?
We're on the same team.

-We're a lot alike.
-We're nothing alike.

Your father was
some hotshot pilot.
My father's in jail.

Your mother has everything.

My mother can hardly
speak English.

-You clueless dickhead.
-Try and keep up.

All right, you guys,
cut the crap.

That's it for today.
Everybody bring it in.

-Chris, break it down.
-Nighthawks on three.

One, two,
three, Nighthawks!

-You okay?
-Yeah, I'm gonna get going.

I gotta get to a swim meet.

-What did you weigh out?
-I dropped like five pounds.

Oh, you know
better than that.

Stay hydrated.
Stay focused.

I can't believe it.
He actually showed up.

Oh, my God!

Chris, are you okay?

I think
there's something wrong.

Let's get you inside
and call your mom.

You don't look so good.
I'm gonna call your mom.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Your mom's on the way.

She says she thinks
you have a concussion.

Looks like you'll do
anything to get out of
one of my swim meets.

Believe me,
this wasn't my choice.

I know.

I was just picking on you.

Do you wanna hear
some good news?

-What?
-I heard back
from West Point.

I got in.

Well, at least
it's winter break.

Everybody could use
some time to relax.

-I don't got time to relax.
-I've noticed.

Well, take it easy
with Coach Givens today.

You're still recovering
from that concussion

and the doctor said
you shouldn't wrestle
for two weeks.

What if Coach Givens wants
to see my skills?

You just flash
that winning personality

you've had
since grade school.

Just like that.

Oh! Kid, I'm convinced
you're gonna rule
the world one day.

Ah, yes.

The rising star
from First Flight.

Coach Kelvin and I have
spoken a lot about you.

I really appreciate
you guys driving up.

Have a seat, please.

This is a

pretty impressive file,
Torres.

Team Captain, volunteered
for the mentor program.

-That's good stuff.
-Thanks, Coach.

Don't thank me.
You did all the work, kid.

I'm just reading the news.

So now you wanna fly jets
and wrestle for Uncle Sam.

Well, yes, Coach.
My father was a pilot.

Jet noise is in my blood.
And as for wrestling...

I just love it.

Yeah.
That's the confidence

Coach Kelvin kept
telling me about.

And you are gonna need that.

Well, everybody's
gotta start someplace.

-How about right now?
-What?

Just a friendly competition
to see your boy in action.

I got a-- I got
a couple guys waiting
in the combatives room.

-Well actually I think that--
-No, no problem.

Just, uh, try not to hurt
them, okay, Torres?

Ma'am, do you have
any concerns with this?

-No problem, right, Mom?
-No problem.

I brought my stuff with me.

Good man.
Get down there and change.

We'll see you
at the end of the hallway.

Come on, guys.
Put your shirts on.

This ain't Waikiki Beach.

Torres,
this is Simmons and Ellis.

They are back
on leave from down range.

I think, I never know.

This will give us some time
to talk, Mrs. Torres.

What did you
want to talk about?

Plan B.

-Let's see what you got.
-So, you guys are SEALs?

Nah, we're just
problem solvers.

And today,
you're our problem.

We'll start with takedowns
and go from there.

-Go Navy.
-Beat Army.

Wrestle!

Time.

Time.

No, it's you two.
We switch out.

No, I don't think so.

Yeah, I went twice already.

It's you two this time.

That's not how this works.

Coach didn't send us
in here to test each other.

You guys
get a rest and I don't?
That's not fair.

Fair?
What's this fair?

Ellis, did you order
a warm bottle of fair
for this kid?

-Not me.
-Maybe we should
ask his mommy.

See if she packed him a bottle
of fair in his diaper bag.

He doesn't talk much,
does he?

He just likes
to blow things up.

-All right. I get it.
-Not yet, kid.

But you're about to.

Wrestle.

Time.

Time.

Time.

Hey, high school,
if you need to puke,
the can's over there.

If you puke on the mat,
you're gonna eat it.

No problem.

Hey, I learned
this cool move the other day

called the Kortezki V2.

You guys want me
to show it to you?

Not gonna show us
anything new, high school.

Freeze, right there.

Not used to this view,
are you, high school?

You got ten seconds
to get out.

How bad do you want it?

-Oh, yeah, go Navy.
-Beat Army.

Say goodnight,
high school.

Looks like you guys
are getting along.

-Just having some fun, sir.
-Yeah, I can see that.

I'm glad you showed up, too.

One minute later,
I would've broken
your hand with my face.

That was good work, Torres.
You got these guys pissed,

and that is not
an easy thing to do.

Look, man, why don't you
hit the showers

and we'll have a talk
with you and your mom
in my office, okay?

Hey, you guys
go back to vacation.

Knit a sweater or something.

Looks like Annapolis
went well.

Got my butt kicked.
And West Point?

Seen it, loved it,
bought the t-shirt.

You know, swimming's
totally a Navy thing.

Only if your boat sinks.

-So, you got in?
-I'm not sure yet.

The coach told my mom
it was imperative

that I win
a state championship.

It's between that
or wrestling two SEALs.

I'm beginning
to have my doubts.

Geez, Chris, that's intense.

I thought you weren't supposed
to wrestle over break.

Coach Givens wanted
to see what I had.

Was I supposed
to tell him no?

I guess not.

I've never got
my butt beat so bad.

Those guys were all over me.
It wasn't even fair.

It's like everything I tried
to do was just thrown
back in my face.

Careful, Romeo,
you're starting
to sound like me.

I'm starting to think
you have a point.

Wow, listening to me
and agreeing with me?

Those guys must have hit you
harder than you thought.

So what are you going to do?

I don't know. It's obvious
they're not gonna give me
any breaks and I can't quit.

I guess
I just gotta work harder.
It is what it is.

I know, but if you would
only consider West Point--

I don't want
to go to West Point, Lisa.

I'm Navy, all the way.

I'm gonna be a pilot
just like my dad.

It's Navy or nothing.

Well, I got something
to cheer you up.

Lisa, I'm sorry.
It's just all this stress.

Don't sweat it. I'm sure
the Naval Academy thinks
it's all worth it.

-Thanks for the help, Mikey.
-I didn't do anything.

I know.

Senator Williams?
All right!

-Mail call.
-Great, Senator Williams?

"It gives me great pleasure
to inform you...

...your credentials
are outstanding,

and you have
a great potential
for leadership.

I am submitting
your name for nomination

for an appointment
to the US Military Academy
at West Point.

I am submitting
your name for nomination

for an appointment
to the US Military Academy
at West Point."

Is this a joke?

No, honey, you read
the letter.

It says what it says.

Well, at least you'll know
somebody when you get there.

We'll figure it out,
all right?

Okay, I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

So, is it a mistake?

I spoke
with the senator's office.

They said it's not
a clerical error

and there's nothing
that they can do.

They only have
a number of nominations

and they've all
been given out.

She can't switch yours
without taking away
someone else's,

which they won't do.

-I can't believe this.
-I know.

They said receiving
a nomination is a great honor
and we should be happy.

Of course,
we're happy, but...

they also said they
understand our situation

and are sorry
about the mix-up.

-What are we gonna do?
-I don't know, honey.

Learn to fly a tank.

Oh!

For what it's worth,
I think you would look
good in green.

You know,
I was talking to my dad,

and you can fly
in the Army, too.

Just stop.

I'm just trying
to help, Chris.

Well, it's not working.

So we're just gonna sit
out here in the cold
so you can sulk?

What happened
to that go-get-em,

best-of-the-best
attitude of yours?

-It went to West Point.
-And is that so bad really?

You can still fly
in the Army, Chris.

They have
a wrestling program.

You can do everything
you wanted to do in the Navy.

Sure, West Point isn't
where you wanted to be,

but maybe
it's where you belong.

I belong to the Navy.
I wanna fly just like
my dad did.

Why can't I have that?

You can't be
just like him, Chris.

You have to be you.

It's not as bad as you're
making it out to be.

Well, of course,
it's not for you.

The Navy was my whole
future and it's gone.

I get to go to West Point
with you just like you wanted.

So it's my fault now?

West Point is fantastic.

It's an honor
just to be nominated.

But here you are,
screaming and crying,
and throwing sand like a baby.

I get you're upset.
But what I don't get

is this spoiled, self-centered
attitude of yours.

You think the whole world
revolves around you?

And mostly, I don't get
why I'm standing out here

trying to give a crap
about someone

who obviously doesn't give
one about anyone else.

Goodbye, Chris.

Oh, so now you're gonna
break up with me?

The way I see it, between you,
your misery and your jets,

there's just no room
for me anymore.

It's all or nothing
with me, Romeo.

See you in the clouds.

Aaah!

Why don't you save
some weight, for the rest
of us, Showboat?

Now's not the time, Marcus.

Oh, yeah? My bad.

I didn't know
it was Torres time.

Guess you've had the area
rented out for a week, huh?

Is there a problem, boys?

Oh, no problems, Coach.

Just waiting for my turn
on the weights.

Torres, that's enough iron.

Get off and help Creef
with demonstrations.

Thanks, man.
I gotta get in shape.

Word is captain
of the swim team is single.

I have to make
a good impression.

Relax, Showboat.
I'll show her a good time.

Just go do something
besides jogging

and have her cheer
for me in the stands.

-You stay away from her.
-Or what?

You don't need her anyway.
All you care about is jets.

You don't know when
to quit, do you, Marcus?

No one ever won by quitting.

Now why don't you go
walk away like a good boy
so no one gets hurt?

You two,
knock it off, right now!

-I'm not
walking away this time.
-Good.

Let's see
what you're made of.

Hey, hey!

- Stay out of this,
Meatloaf!

Knock it off
right now, Marcus.
I've had it with you two!

- Come on, Showboat,
final round.

Well, you two finally
went for it, didn't you?

I hope
it was really worth it.

Suspended?
But that's ridiculous.

He was defending himself.

Well, what else
should he have done

when a thug starts
a fight with him
in front of the whole team?

No, no, I get it.
Rules are rules.

Even if they are set up
to punish those
who defend themselves.

Yeah, fine. Thank you.

What makes you think
I want to hear any of this?

One of the best parts about
not being in high school

is not having to hear
about high school.

-Sorry, I--
-Kid, if I hear
another "Sorry,"

I'm gonna nose dive us
into the sound.

You pulled a grade A snafu
with your high school career.

That sucks.
Spare me the details.

Only reason why I'm up here
is 'cause I told my mom
I already paid for the lesson.

You did pay
for the lesson, right?

That better be a yes.

What you got planned
for a follow-up act?

A little anarchy,
some fire bombing?

Well, I've never
crashed a plane.

I've never kicked
a kid out at 2,000 feet.

Could be a year of firsts
for both of us.

I just had to be up here.

It's easier up here,
like I'm above it all.

You are, and you're drifting,
so keep it steady.

I mean...
you know what I mean.

I know what you mean, kid.

Flying is-- it's like
setting your soul free.

Pulls you up out
of the muck, and shows you
the whole picture.

All the dreary stuff
gets real small

when you leave it
on the ground.

You can even go so far
you can't even see it anymore.

You wanna know the real trick
to flying, Chris?

-What's that?
-Gotta come down sometime.

When you do,
you gotta be ready for it.

Whoo!

-Yes, who are you?
-Hi, I'm Chris Torres.

-I'm here to see Marcus.
-Okay, hold on just a second.

Marcus.

Who is it?

Torres?
Where are you from, Torres?

My grandmother
was a Shawnee Indian.

That's cool.

Marcus.

Okay.

What are you
doing at my house?
You come for a round two?

No thanks, man.
I'm still paying
for the last one.

You're lucky Coach got me off
of you when he did,

or else you'd be eating soup
for the rest of your life.

What's this about?

-Man, we gotta talk.
-Talk? You wanna talk?

You got suspended for a week.
I, I got expelled.

I don't have anything
to say to you, man,
except get the hell out.

Look, man, I'm sorry.
I was being stupid,

but I didn't set out
to ruin our lives.

Aw, you're making me
weepy, Showboat.

I sure do feel bad for you.

Why don't you go hop
on that little bike of yours
and go ride out your blues?

Me, I've gotta go
get ready for work.

I've got a long life
of washing dishes ahead of me.

You were right.

I had my head up my butt
for so long that I lost sight
of everything that mattered,

and lost everything
that mattered.

Wah-wah. Go tell someone
who gives a crap.

You're just as bad as I am.
We gotta fix this.

We've gotta let go
of each other's throats,
and work together.

Work together for what?
What do we possibly
need to work on?

Getting you back
in the school, for one.

Look man,
I think you're king jerk,

but I don't think
what they did to you was fair.

That's what you want, huh?

Showboat rides in
on his bike to save the day.

You want more for your life
than washing dishes.
You know that.

You think I'm playing?
Answer me one question.

What am I getting out of this?

So, can we talk?

-I hate cherry.
-See, I didn't know that.

We're off to a great start.

You have to understand
my hands are tied here.

The two of you engaged
in a fight, which makes
this a legal matter.

Yeah, it was stupid of us,
but we made a mistake.

But we learned from this.

Do you know
how many times
I've heard that before?

Look, I'm not here
to judge your sincerity.

The fact of the matter is,
the two of you engaged
in a fight on school grounds,

which makes that
against the law.

And you.

You started this fight so you
get the worst punishment.

It's bad enough that I've got
all this paperwork

that I have to deal with
because of this altercation.

Now, I've got the school board
questioning whether we need
safer weight stations.

Safe weight stations?

Don't ask.

Look, guys, I have rules
that I have to follow.

Those rules are
in place for a reason.

Yeah, but we talked it out
and we're fine now.

Well, good for you.

The two of you can go
hang out at the skate park

or whatever it is
that you do.

Obviously, you two
have worked out your problems

'cause you're sitting here
trying to do the right thing.

I see you,
but I just can't change
policy on your word.

Coach, what have you got
to say about this?

I'm gonna be honest here.

These two have butted heads
since I've known them.

I'm surprised it took them
this long to throw down.

Whatever beef they had,
these two have worked it out

and they're trying
to move forward.

And Ms. Pittman,

if that's not what
we're trying to teach

and encourage out here,
then what are we doing?

All right team, listen up.

I've got some news.

I want you to hear
it from me before you hear
it in the halls.

Philips...

Uh...

Zachary...

tried to commit
suicide last night.

Is he, uh... is he okay?

He was in the hospital,
Creef.

But I understand
he's home now.

I don't have
a lot of details.

Philips was
a part of our team.

Though he didn't always
get a fair shake from us.

He might have quit us,
but we are not going
to quit him.

I fully support and encourage

any member of the team

who wants to go
and check up on him.

I think we owe it
to him, don't you?

We're gonna go, Coach.
We'll go right now.

Let's go.

Hello? May I help you?

Hi, we were wondering
if we can visit with Zach?

Sure, come on in.
He's resting out back.

-Hey, Zach.
-Hey.

What are you guys doing here?

-Oh, God, Zach, are you okay?
-Yeah, I'm okay.

Been better,
but definitely been worse.

Good. Now what the heck
is wrong with you?

Carla.

Not now.

It's okay.
I'm sorry, Carla. I--

I kind of got lost
in my own head.

I was scared
and I didn't really
think it through.

I didn't think at all.

I'm kind of surprised
you guys are here.

I-- I quit.

Well, the team didn't quit
on you, man.

I've been through
this a couple times,
so I'll just get right to it.

It was pills.

I had to get my stomach pumped,
which I do not recommend,

but I won't be doing
this again either.

But I'm gonna be seeing
a shrink for a little while,

but she's cool.

Um, it was her idea
to actually come out

and relax
and meditate outside more,

which I think
she's right about.

Why'd you do it, man?

Are you asking
if it was 'cause of you?

I mean, you didn't help.

You were just saying
all those things I was already
telling myself every day.

And believe me,
I'm a lot meaner
than you could ever be.

I-- I joined wrestling
'cause I wanted to prove
those voices wrong.

I wanted to be
bigger and stronger
than I was on the inside.

Like Randy Savage
or Andre the Giant.

You know, those guys
were my heroes.

They're unstoppable.
They're larger than life.

But I'm not
those guys, I'm just me.

Which, that's okay.

Look, man, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.
- It's not okay.

You know,
you reminded me of myself
before I joined the team

and in order for me
to get into the right mindset,

I had to Stone Cold myself,

and I thought
that's what you needed,

but I guess I was wrong.

Look man, I know
I was a pain in the ass,

but I've been figuring out
a lot lately.

When you want to come back,
we'll set things right.

Eyes right, Nighthawks.

This is where
we make it or break it.

All right, listen up.

We've had a hell
of a road to get here,

but now we've made it
and we're gonna make
some noise!

You're with me?

We're not the biggest team,

but nobody
is judging us on that.

They judge us
by the fight we bring.

So for us
to come out on top,

all of you are going to have
to win and keep winning.

Each and every one
of you are champions.

You know it, I know it.

Now let's go
bring them the news!

Let's get it done!

Denton is no joke.
You've gotta bring it.

How do you feel?

-Nervous, Coach.
-Chris Torres nervous?

I never thought
I'd live to see that day.

I've come so far.
I've gotta win.

-I can't mess it up.
-Then don't.

And you're right,
you have come a long way

because you know
what you're doing.

You're in control out there.

So keep it simple.
Nothing flashy.

Okay.

Hey, Mrs. Torres.
This is gonna be great.

I hope so.
I'm so nervous for the kids.

Don't worry.
We qualified six wrestlers.

We got a shot
at a championship.

They just have to keep winning
and racking up team points.

Are you going to wrestle?

Didn't qualify,
but I'm sticking with it.

-Next year's my year.
-Good for you.

Look, here we go.

All right, Chris,
you got this.

Come on, Chris!

Whoo, go!

Down, down.

Down.

There it is.
Keep your head up.

We had two,
takedown, red.

Two, near fall, red.

Two, reversal, green.

Three, near fall, green.

End of period.

How's it going?

-What'd I miss?
-Less than a minute to go.

Keeps this guy down,
he wins.

He's got this.

Bottom man, set.
- Come on, Chris.

Top man, on.

Blood time, red.

You're doing great.

All right, keep it simple.
Keep him down.

-Nothing fancy.
-Where's the fun in that?

Bottom man, set.
Top man, on.

Blood time, red.

Go see your coach.

Bottom man, set.
Top man, on.

Way to go, Chris!

He's not half bad
when he's not trying
to show off.

Keeps up with this,
you'll have to stop calling
him Showboat.

No, I have to remind him
where he came from.

Way to go, Chris, solid.

Good job.

All right, come on, Marcus.

Keep your head up.

Don't lose balance, come on!

All right, good, Marcus.

Smarter and faster, Jack.
You got this.

All right, come on, Jack.

Keep it up,
that's the position.

Yes, go, go!

All right, Nighthawks,
listen up.

Welcome to day two
of the state championships.

I have the standings after
the first day of competition.

Adding up the points,
we are in second place
going in to today!

All right,
we may not be the biggest,

but we are definitely giving
them a run for the best.

Now you go out there,
and you show 'em what
the Nighthawks are made of.

All right,
let's go, come on!

Let's win it! We got this!

That's Carmack. He's a long,
lean, wrestling machine.

He's precise
and he makes no mistakes.

So you go in there,
and you go in there
aggressive from the start.

Keep him guessing.

-Let's go, Chris.
-Come on, Chris.

Wrestlers ready?
Shake hands.

Two, takedown, red.

One, escape, green.

Two, takedown, green.

One, escape, red.

All right, Torres.
Let's get a takedown.

Not the Kortezki, Torres!
No, no, no, no, no!

No!

Chris can't lose.

Yes!

I told you not
to do that move. Why...

-What just happened?
-He lost.

That was his last chance
to get into Navy.

I'm gonna go try
to find him.

Jack, will you keep
an eye on Michael, please?

-Sure thing, Mrs. Torres.
-He lost? He can't lose.

He's not supposed to lose.

-I don't wanna talk.
-Neither do I.

How about I just sit here
beside you, if that's okay?

I know this has been
a hard year on you,

and this-- this isn't what
you've been working for.

Yeah, no one sets out
to be a loser.

You're not a loser, Chris.

You're here in the arena
making things happen.

I don't know anyone
who has worked as hard
for something they've wanted.

Well, my path stops here.
It's over.

Nothing is over
until you give up.

You have been so focused
on this state championship

that you don't even realize
what you've actually achieved.

You may not see it,
but I do.

At the beginning
of the season, the coach
made you team captain.

You didn't want it, but now,
at all of the matches,

who's running
up and down the line

cheering everyone on
and giving advice?

You used to sit off
to the side until it was
your time to shine,

and now you're
right in the thick of it.

Yeah, it's a lot more fun
than I thought would be.

Which makes it
even more impressive.

You have persisted
despite all the crap
that's been thrown at you.

West Point,
breaking up with Lisa,

getting suspended.

And to top it all off,
you and Marcus are
thick as thieves.

I mean, you've been
at each other's throats
since freshman year.

-How does that even happen?
-Not with cherry soda.

I don't know
what that means,

but what I do know
is that you've got
one more match to win.

Your solo shot
may be done, but your team
needs you, Chris.

Your team.

They're counting on you,
depending on you.

With you, they can win.

State champion
is just a title.

They give it out every year.

Real champions,
they earn the rank.

They set an example,
a standard,

and he beats all the odds
no matter what the cost.

You ready to go kick
some ass, kid?

All right, you two,
pity party's over.

You've still got
a shot at third place

and it's an old friend
of yours, Eric Sutter.

You've got 45 minutes.
So get ready.

Kid Hulk.

Kid Hulk?
Is that what he calls himself?

If he wants to be Kid Hulk,

then you go in there bigger,
better, stronger and louder.

You go in there like a--
like a rock-and-roll Godzilla.

I love rock and roll.

It's your time, Torres.

You've wrestled Sutter before,
so you know what to expect.

Learn from it.

He can be beat
and you're going to do it.

We're gonna do it, Coach.
He stands in our way.

Hell yeah, this one's
for the team. Now, bring it.

It's time
to rock and roll, Coach.

Hell yeah, kid.
That's what I like to hear.

We're in second place.

If Chris wins,
we lock up first.

Hey, you got this, dog.

Shake hands.

Two, takedown, green.

One, escape, red, neutral.

Okay, Chris, you got this.

Let's go, Chris!

Top man, on.

You got this. Let's go!

All right, Chris,
you got this.

Two, reversal, green.

One, escape, red.

Two, takedown, green.

Keep your head up.

Fight for position.

End of second period.

Blood time, red.
Set the clock.

He's too quick.
I can't get wrist control.

All right, I'm not gonna blow
sunshine up your ass.

All right, you're losing
and it's the final period.

Strategy is out, right?

Listen, Torres,
one of you is going to win.

-How bad do you want it?
-I'm not gonna quit.

I have a plan B.

If you pull out
the Kortezki V2--

Signature move
is signature weakness.
He's coming at me hard.

I'm gonna sucker him in,
when he's charging,

I'm gonna roll back
and I'll end up a top.

Lateral drop, I love it.

- Come on, Chris!
- Let's go, Chris!

Wrestle smart.

Fight for position.

Get off your knees, Chris!

One, two three...

four, five.

Two takedown, red,
holding three.

There it is.

Yeah!

Yes, yes, Chris!

-Now that was a plan B.
-Congratulations, Torres!

We did it!
We're state champs!

Here.

That was amazing.

Congratulations.

I know you've been waiting
all season for this.

Nice, Mom.

Mm.

Thanks, Mom.

That was awesome.
The way you flip rolled that
guy and got on top of him.

Like out
of a fighting game.

Yeah, it's a lot more fun
than a game.

It's real life.

To get into Naval Academy,
I have to be a state champ,
which I'm not.

I need
a congressional nomination,
which I don't have.

You are captain of
the state championship team.

You're also
third in the state,
which is amazing.

That should count
for something.

And you're
my favorite brother.

Thanks. You're mine, too.

You two are so cute.

So Paul called,

said that he had a student
back out this Saturday

and he's free if you
wanna go in for a lesson.

That's okay.
I'll take the weekend off.

I think I've earned it.

Yeah, but you're
so close to finishing.
You might as well.

I am, but you're the one
saying we're on a budget, Mom.

I can't keep putting
extra lessons
on the credit card.

Well, sometimes we can make
exceptions with the budget.

And it was Paul who called,
so maybe he's willing
to waive the fee.

That doesn't sound right.
Are you sure it was Paul?

Yes, I'm sure.
And I already told him
you would go, so go.

-Mom, what's going on?
-Nothing.

Just do
what she wants, dude.

It's safer that way.
Trust me.

-Hey Paul, what's going on?
-You got a meeting.

Oh, Mom said
you were gonna give me
an extra lesson today.

Give? You should have seen
right through that, kid.

Nine times outta ten,
I don't give a crap.

You got a meeting.

-Um, hello?
-It's all right, Maggie.

This is Mr. Torres.
We have an appointment.

-I'm Senator--
-Senator Kayla Williams.

-And we do?
-Yes.

I'm not one for surprises,
but Paul insisted otherwise.

-And you know Paul?
-Oh, of course.

We went
to high school together.

Paul always flies me
around the Outer Banks

when I make the trip
out here.

I don't trust anyone else.

He says you're coming along
as quite the pilot yourself.

Yes ma'am,
or um, Senator Williams.

Ma'am is fine.

I understand you know
your local history as well.

Care to give me a tour?

-Um, sure.
-Okay.

This is the VF-17
Jolly Roger.

One of the greatest Naval
fighter squadrons in history.

And this guy right here...

Ray Beacham,
the Kitty Hawk Kid.

He was raised by his grandma
in Kitty Hawk.

And after a mission
he would return home

and buzz by her house
just to let her know
that he was okay.

I'm sure
that about gave her
a heart attack.

No, she loved it,
and that way she always knew
that he was home safe.

Ah, affairs of state
wait for no one.

Um, I'm due down in Hatteras
to address the recent flooding.

So let's get down
to business, shall we?

I understand there was
a mix-up in my office

with a nomination
for West Point.

-Yes ma'am.
-Well, I am sorry.

We do our best,
but even we make mistakes
every now and again.

How is your senior year
going?

My grades are solid,
straight A's,

and my high school
wrestling team just won
the state championship.

I recall hearing
something about that.

You were team captain, yes?

That seems like
it was quite challenging.

Yes, ma'am.
It was a bumpy ride,
but I sorted it out.

Mm. Any position of leadership
is a bit of a rollercoaster.

Any words of wisdom
from your experience?

Once I learned to put
the team before myself,

captain was just a title.

They're my team.
We're all different,
but we're all in it together.

Yes.

So why do you want to go
to the Naval Academy, Chris?

I used to think
it was because I wanted
to be like my father,

but that's something
a kid would say.

I want to go to
the Naval Academy because that's
something I want to do.

I believe
I have a lot to offer,

and the Navy is where
I'm best suited to do it.

Are you sure?

Sounds like you should
go into politics.

You'd have my vote.

-Senator Williams.
-Yes, Maggie, I'm on my way.

I'm sorry about that.
Hatteras is anxious to know

what we're gonna do
about their roads.

Um, I have a free day
tomorrow,

so I should be able to look
into this matter for you.

-Would that be all right?
-Yes, ma'am.

It was a pleasure
to meet you, Chris Torres.

You as well,
Senator Williams.

-How'd it go?
-Thanks, Paul.

Call me, Digger.

Hello, everyone.
Thanks for coming, everybody.

I wanna say I'm sorry that
it took nearly three weeks

to put this dinner
together,

but championship rings
don't grow on trees.

We had a dynamic year,

and I want to thank
all of you for that.

Each of you brought something
to this team that we needed.

And we wouldn't have gotten
here without you.

So I have
some awards to hand out.

But first,
we'll hand out the rings.

Now, we're gonna do
this alphabetically,

so everyone bear with me.

All right, man.

It's your turn.

Look at that beauty.

Congratulations.
Look at that monster.

Congratulations.

There it is.
Congratulations.

Congratulations.
Good job, man.

Okay, everybody, and now
for our two graduating seniors.

Marcus Zelinski.

I have worked with you

for four years
of Nighthawks wrestling,

and Marcus, I can honestly
say I've never seen you
achieve more

on or off the mat
than you have this year.

So come up here
and accept this certificate

for four years
of outstanding wrestling

and contribution to a team.

Good job, buddy.

And our other graduating
senior,

Chris Torres.

Chris also gave us
four years of dynamic
Nighthawks wrestling.

Oh, boy,
there is so much more
I could say about that.

However, it is my honor
to turn over this part
of the ceremony

to retired Marine Corps
Colonel Hank Mills,

the Navy Blue & Gold Officer
for Eastern North Carolina.

Thank you, Coach Kelvin.

Coach here
has been kind enough
to allow me the privilege

to present this certificate

for four years
of outstanding wrestling,

and contribution
to the team.

It also gives me
great pleasure

to present this letter
to you.

"Chris Torres.

On behalf
of the superintendent,
you are hereby offered

an appointment
to the United States
Naval Academy."

"If you accept
this appointment,

you will be issued a permit
to report in June of this year,

where you will become part
of the Brigade of Midshipmen."

What do you think, young man?
Is this an acceptable offer?

Torres, Torres,
Torres, Torres!

All right, let's get everyone
up here for a team photo.

Congrats, dog.

Couldn't have done it
without me.

"Arise, fair sun,
kill the envious moon."

-Nice day for a run.
-It is. Beach is empty.

Congratulations
on your win this weekend.

Scored the most points
for the team.

You heard about that, huh?

I might have
been in the stands,
paying off an old debt.

Better late than never,
I suppose.

Something like that.

Congrats to you as well.

State champion
and heading to Annapolis?

I guess
your persistence paid off.

Eh. Came in third place.
The team came in first.

We're all state champions.

They couldn't have done it
without you.

I couldn't have done it
without them.

-When are you
getting shipped out?
-About three months, you?

Same.

Got enough time for a race?

I think I could
squeeze one in.

-Pier?
-Sure.

Okay.