Battle Creek (2015): Season 1, Episode 12 - Homecoming - full transcript

Previously on Battle Creek...

Are you saying
my husband, he could die?

Oh, my head hurts.

Ask her out. It's not that hard.

Hey, Holly?

Yeah, Russ.

Have a... have...

have a great vacation.

A girl can only wait so long.

Wh...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.



Shut up.

- My brother from another mother.
- Yeah.

Hey, guys. Thanks for doing that.

How you doing, man? You having a good day?

Hey, Milt's assistant. How you doing?

Oh, sorry!

- That's...
- Good morning.

How you doing?

Oh. I'm fine. Yeah.

I just wanted to say I'm-I'm
really sorry about last night.

Sorry? You don't have
to apologize for that.

I feel like I do. I
practically attacked you.

- Yeah, but in a good way.
- I just don't want you to feel like

you have to act any differently around me



or that it changes our
friendship in any way.

It was no big deal.

Yeah, yeah. No.

Of course.

Yeah, well, we got Milt's mail again.

So I'm gonna run that across the hall.

Yeah.

See you soon.

- Oh. Man of the hour.
- Aw.

How you feeling, man?

Welcome back.

Thank you. Can't go swimming for a month

and, uh, got welcomed back
with an impossible case.

- Mm. Font got a John Doe.
- John Doe?

This is more like shredded
clothes with a pile

of meat inside, all right?

Hell of a way to say thanks for
taking a spear through the head.

Any of you guys want to commit
suicide, hang yourselves,

cut your wrists. Do not step
in front of a moving train.

Hey, Jacocks, uh, you play
softball with the guys

in patrol. Maybe you could get them to...

I'm not taking your case, Font.

I could've died a couple weeks ago.

And if you had, I'd take it.

But since the only reason
why you want to dump

this case is so you don't miss

the football game Friday,

- the answer's no.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What-what football game?

What? Seriously, Russ?

It's rivalry week.

Valley versus Lakeview.

How could I forget? It's the annual

"let's all pretend we're
still in high school" week.

Why anyone would still
want to go through...

Hey. You see this? This
ain't pretend, son.

Lakeview High till we die.

Ugh. Ugh. No, no, no.

- Valley for life.
- Thank you. Oh...

- Thank you.
- Get ready to wear my jersey again.

No.

We're actually good this year.

- Roll Thunder.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Yeah, well, Miss Roll Thunder,
I'm gonna take the week off.

No, you're not.

And there may not be a game.

Head Coach Richard Zuransky's

body was discovered

this morning in his office at Valley High.

Zuransky? I mean, everyone loved Zuransky.

Deductive reasoning tells me
that at least one person didn't.

I'd like to take this
one, if you don't mind.

Milt's got lead.

The mayor called.

Zuransky's a local icon.
He felt more comfortable.

- Are you serious?
- Mm-hmm.

The mayor assigns a case to-to Milt,

who's not a local? Who has
no idea who the victim is?

Oh, that's brilliant.

Why don't you head on
over to the high school

and assist Milt

in looking into the coach's football life.

Font, Funkhauser,

you guys inform his wife

and then start looking
into his personal life.

This is unbelievable.

Janitor found him just
like this this morning

when he opened up the offices.

He never got up from his desk, which means

that he probably knew his killer.

Oh, and, by the way, congratulations.

Why the hell are you congratulating me?

You and Holly.

What about me and Holly?

Come on, Russ. I know.

I saw you two outside
my office this morning.

I could tell that something was different.

Puncture wounds and... lacerations,

all different sizes and depths.

Not sharp enough for a knife
or dull enough for a hammer.

So the murder weapon
wasn't really a weapon.

And clearly

you know nothing about me and
Holly 'cause you're wrong.

Killer must've improvised.

I don't know.

And I have a sixth sense
about these things.

I can tell when two people
have... you know.

No, I don't know.

Crossed the crime scene tape.

Unholstered your weapons.

- Buried the evidence.
- Yeah.

Cute. I got it. Hey, you know what,

look at this.

Check out this rack of trophies.

Now... check out the lack of trophy.

Third one from the right.
It's in the photo, but...

I don't see it in the room.

That's a good call.

Russ, why are you denying
that you and Holly

were involved in a 237?

Excuse me?

- Huh?
- Officer down.

It didn't happen.

♪ I have fallen from the
steepest mountain ♪

This must be nostalgic for
you... you spent important

- formative years here on campus.
- Oh, enough.

- This is about work.
- What?

That's all this is about. No,
it's not some opportunity

for you to try to get to know me better,

peel back my onion...

Russ.

- Hey.
- When I woke up this morning,

I thought I'd be launching

Spirit Week, not lining
up grief counselors.

Not in the principal's manual, is it?

It's good to see you, Russ.

It's good to see you, too, Lydia.

Special Agent Milton Chamberlain.

And forgive me for being
the third wheel here.

Sorry, it's just we haven't spoken since...

Uh, actually, we came by to... talk

to Phil... we figured he knew
Zuransky better than anybody.

Could you hang back
just for a few minutes?

He's breaking the news
to the team right now.

- Sure.
- And could you do me a favor?

Just... soften the edges a little bit.

Remember, this is a school

- with kids.
- Who, me?

- I'm a teddy bear.
- Hmm.

Yeah, right.

Just... play nice.

You dog.

You had sex with her, too, didn't you?

Font, when you were out,

like, in that coma,

was there a light?

I wasn't dead, Funkhauser.

I know. But you were close
there for a minute.

Was... no angels? No harp music?

Yeah, I saw your grandfather.

He told me to tell you to
stop asking stupid questions.

And to cut down on your cholesterol.

My grandfather's still alive.

So was I.

There was just nothing.

I mean, I was in Milt's car,
then I was in a hospital bed.

I didn't realize till Katrina
told me that an entire day

had passed by in between. It was...

like I didn't exist for a whole day.

I guess that's what being
dead is... nothing.

Mrs. Zuransky? I'm afraid
we have some bad news.

For Coach!

For Coach!

All right, get out of here.

Wally...

I know, man, okay?

Everything's gonna be all right.

Yo, Dunaway!

Ah!

Agnew.

I almost didn't recognize you

without the mullet.

That's a good one.

I almost didn't recognize you

without my fist in your face.

Good one.

You think it's appropriate?

Ah, maybe not.

But neither is making those
kids play on Friday night

using murder as a motivation.

Yeah, I told 'em I was
gonna cancel the game.

Team voted to play.

Said that's what Coach would've wanted.

Oh. And you get to decide that

because you're the new head coach?

Wow, that's a pretty big promotion

for a ham and egger like yourself.

Wait, are you... are you
accusing me of this?

Hell, I loved that guy.

The old man only had

one or two more years
before his retirement;

his job would have been mine soon enough.

I didn't want it this way.

I'm Milt Chamberlain of the FBI.

We don't mean to accuse you of anything.

We're just wondering if Coach Zuransky

had any conflicts that you were aware of.

Only one.

With T.D. E.D.

T.D. E.D.?

Touchdown Eddie Diamond.

Duncan.

Whatever.

Something is really wrong with that boy.

You dealt with him personally?

He would show up at the house

in the middle of the night,

screaming outside our window

that my husband had to
give him his job back.

He's the best player to
ever come out of Valley.

He won us our only state championship,

about 12 years ago,

then he flamed out in college.

You know, went from being the
town hero to village idiot.

Did he ever threaten violence?

He didn't have to.

I mean... what sane person

screams outside somebody's window

at 2:00 in the morning?

Coach took pity on him, hired
him as an equipment manager.

Eddie couldn't even do that right.

He started screaming at the players.

He even punched a kid a few weeks back.

Uh, Coach had no choice but to let him go.

He would go outside

and put his arm around Eddie, talk to him,

calm him down.

He was...

always loyal to his
players, no matter what.

Can you pull out one of those
annoying office forms?

Uh, 289B?

Sure, no problem.

Um...

Wait, 289B?

Mm-hmm.

This is to report an interoffice romance.

I know.

Who are you involved with?

Everyone here is married.

Not Russ.

You and Russ?

Yeah.

Last night

in the evidence locker, he really...

Oh, no.

That wasn't me. That was you.

You need the 289B.

Okay, how do you even know about that?

I had two cans of spray paint

I needed to file into evidence.

Don't worry, I was only in
there a couple of minutes.

- Minutes?
- Don't freak out.

Your secret's safe

if you guys aren't ready to go public yet.

We're definitely not going public

because it didn't mean anything.

It looked like it meant something to me.

Were those tears in your eyes?

Okay, look, the only reason
I even threw myself at Russ

was because I needed one night of simple,

no strings attached...

Look, I get it.

You're protecting yourself

because you think Russ
is gonna screw it up

and you don't...

you don't want to get hurt.

But Russ has wanted this for so long,

I think you should give him a chance.

He just might get it right.

Why'd you go after that
assistant coach so hard?

Seems a bit of a stretch to
think that he killed a guy

for a promotion.

Yeah, well...

he was a jerk back in high school,

which means he's a jerk today.

'Cause nothing... ever changes.

You hold a grudge for 20 years,
something must have happened.

I don't hold grudges, I
hold information, Milt.

You know, Dunaway...

He used to think it was cool
to torment the little guy.

I told him I thought it'd be
cooler if he picked on someone

his own size, so he shoved
me, I knocked him out.

Well, it sounds like you won, so

you could afford to be magnanimous.

Yeah.

I got kicked out of school for a week.

But they weren't gonna suspend
him... no, no, no, no.

He was a high school quarterback.

He threw for five TD passes that night.

High school sports, it teaches
you hypocrisy and entitlement.

It does sound like you were the aggressor.

You taking his side?
Oh, yeah, no, I get it.

You were a high school quarterback, too.

No, I was a bowler.

There was no football in Tehran
or Monaco, so I played cricket.

And athletes don't just get
things handed to them,

they work hard. They
practice 20 hours a week.

You know...

you might not have ever played the game,

but you're still living
that QB lifestyle, Milt.

Yeah, instead of a jersey,

you-you wear a badge and you got your car

and your stupid haircut
and you get the mayor

to call you and assign you

the leads on cases that you
don't know anything about,

because nothing ever changes.

And who were you in high school, Russ?

Huh? Judd Nelson, class tough guy?

Skate punk?

Auto shop?

Glee club?

When was the last
time you saw your son?

I don't know, a couple of days
ago. He comes and goes.

We heard he was
going through a hard time.

You could say that. When he was a kid,

everyone in town wanted his autograph,

but when he wasn't a
football player anymore,

they wanted nothing to do with him.

You notice any changes in
his behavior recently?

He become agitated?

His behavior changed when he
was cut from his college team.

He, uh, came home after his freshman year.

He was different.

How different?

What's this really about?

The coach?

You think Eddie killed him?

Did you know he's been showing up

outside Coach Zuransky's house
in the middle of the night?

When he goes away for a few days,

do you know where he goes?

Here and there.

But he always ends up at Gilroy's.

Yeah, Eddie was here last night.

Did he stay till closing?

No, he left around 10:00. Why?

Just trying to establish a timeline.

Timeline?

Is this about Coach Zuransky?
You guys think Eddie did that?

Too early to point any fingers.

You know, he was a bit
agitated last night.

Was going on about getting fired

from that job, how it's so unfair...

Sorry, we back up onto the railroad track.

How far are we from the
Harpers Lane Crossing?

Uh, not too far. Couple miles up the road.

That's walking distance.

Thank you.

I think I just I.D.'d my John Doe.

Solved two cases at once.

So here's my thinking.

Eddie goes to the Coach's office
to ask for his old job back.

Coach says no, Eddie forgets
everything he learned

in anger management class and
grabs the nearest trophy.

Where's Milt?

He's upstairs.

- Why?
- Maybe he wants to hear

your line of thinking.

Maybe you just want to stare at his ass.

I'm not getting Milt
until I know I'm right.

You're definitely right. Time to get Milt.

You haven't heard the rest of my theory.

I'm sure it's brilliant. Milt time.

So Eddie's freaked out, right?

And he decides he's gonna
walk over to his favorite

bar, calm down, have a couple of drinks.

But then guilt takes over.

And at 10:55

he makes an infinite walk down the tracks.

Damn.

What? E-Eddie's not my John Doe?

Eddie is your John Doe,

but based on rectal temperature,

decomp, and stomach contents,

the coach here

didn't die until at least

two hours after that.

Oh.

At least I solved one case.

Yeah. Great news for you.

But we still have a murderer out there

and I'm still Miltless.

Nothing like coffee and donuts

and telling a guy his son's dead.

So our only suspect is
no longer a suspect.

Means we got squat.

Or maybe we're just looking
in the wrong place.

We got a coach and his star
player that die hours apart.

You think it's just some
sort of coincidence?

What if we're investigating one murder

and we should be investigating two?

According to the train engineer,
it was clearly a suicide.

He just stood on the
tracks despite the horn.

Eddie was definitely not murdered.
Uh, Coach's wife said

that Coach and Eddie were part
of an anger management group,

so even if Eddie didn't do it,

doesn't mean that, uh, somebody else

- with anger problems didn't.
- I don't think it's that.

Coach Zuransky benched his star
quarterback after he threw

three interceptions in
last Friday night's game.

You went to Friday night's game?

Who'd you go with?

I go to every game, along with

about a hundred other Valley High alum

who don't think football is stupid.

Okay, Holly, uh, please, go ahead.

It was a really big game

against Harper Creek... there were

college scouts in the stands,

so I'm sure Wally Stanton...

That's the quarterback... was

pretty angry to not have a chance

to redeem himself in the second half.

An angry athlete taken
out of the spotlight,

possibly losing his dream
of playing college ball.

That's a, that's a solid motive.

Milt, you were a quarterback, right?

- I...
- Well, no, Milt wasn't a quarterback.

Why would you assume that?

I did compete in high
school athletics, yes.

Yeah, maybe you could talk to him.

Right? Like, relate to him

on that level, get him to open up.

That's a great idea.

Good.

So, you threw three interceptions.

It happens.

It was the worst game of my life.

I threw five once.

My senior year.

But the coach still kept me in.

Told me to play through it.

Said that the team trusted me,

and he didn't want to undermine me

as their leader.

Well, I'm not a leader.

Not anymore.

Well, it would've made me pretty angry.

Getting undercut like that in
front of all my teammates?

In front of all those scouts?

I wasn't angry at all.

Because...

I threw those three
interceptions on purpose.

I didn't want the scouts
to think I was any good,

'cause I don't want to
play college football.

That's a lot of hours to put
into something you don't want.

It's not what I want.

It's what my father wants.

He wants me to be a quarterback

at his alma mater, but
they don't even have

a pre-med program.

So, y-you tanked the game?

Wouldn't it have been easier just

to tell your old man the truth?

My dad?

No way.

If I ever told him the truth,
he'd probably kill me.

They said the FBI was here.

What's this about?

Agent Milton Chamberlain.

How are you?

I just spoke with your son
over at the high school.

And I heard that you were
pretty upset about the...

game last Friday night,
which led me to finding

this video.

Whoa. You don't think...?

Why don't you tell me what I should think?

I'm not guilty of murder.

You can see in the video
I don't get violent.

You have every right to
expect more from the coach.

Your son's his star.

And you? You gave more money

than anyone to the football program.

Look...

football was good to me, okay?

I played for Valley.

Coach Zuransky was my coach.

He helped make me what I am today.

Frankly?

I was happy to subsidize the measly salary

the school paid him.

Wait a second... are you
telling me that the coach

took money from the
football program's fund

to supplement his own income?

That's not legal.

Could've gone up his nose for all I care.

He was a good coach.

And that's all I gave a damn about.

Okay.

Thank you.

Oh, and... you should talk your son.

Whatever you're doing can wait.
Holly's getting ready to leave.

You just hung up on someone

with a serious anger management problem.

You'll call them back.
After you walk Holly out.

And why would I do that?

Because that's what civilized people do

after engaging in carnal relations.

She told you?

No, the mole on your butt told me.

Next time pick someplace private.

Well, there's not gonna be a next time.

She said that she wants to keep
things the same between us.

And you believe her?

She tell you something different?

She didn't have to.

I know what she's doing because

I've pulled the same move myself.

She's being a lady.

She's letting you off the hook

because she thinks that
that's what you want.

But the gentlemanly thing to do

is to not let her let you off the hook.

Go, catch her.

Ask her to a proper dinner tonight.

Hey, Holl?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Are you heading out?
- Yeah.

I know you were saying the
other morning about, uh,

about us just being friends.

But I don't know.

I don't think it's such a
bad idea if things would...

be a little bit different, you know?

I mean, we could...

at least have dinner together sometime?

I don't want that.

I mean, I do want... that.

I want that a lot.

But it won't last.

L-Look, I-I know sometimes
I screw things up.

- It's just, it's kind of...
- No. No, it's...

it's not that.

I found out the other night after...

us that I got into law school.

Wow. Uh...

- congratulations.
- Yeah.

It's in Indiana.

So, I didn't let you off
the hook to be polite.

I let you off the hook 'cause I'm leaving.

I'm giving Guz my notice.

I think it would be

a mistake to start anything.

Think if we just stay friends,

it'll hurt a lot less when I leave.

It'll be easier this way.

Yeah.

Makes sense.

So, I also checked with Principal Conrad,

and it turns out

that the quarterback's dad
was telling the truth.

Uh, she looked into the
football team's booster account

and found that none of the money raised

was actually spent on the program.

So, Coach Zuransky was diverting funds.

Well, none of the money
was ever transferred

from the booster account
into his personal account.

But I did find a series of
ATM withdrawals, starting

over the summer and ending just
before the coach was killed,

that amounted to over $8,000.

Maybe the coach had, uh, gambling debts.

Or got mixed up in drugs.

No way, not Zuransky. Come on.

Two cakes in one week?

This is the greatest job
in the history of jobs!

Oh, what's the occasion?

She is.

Holly?

I thought your birthday was May 15.

It is. Yeah, uh, Russ, what are you doing?

Just, uh, sharing the good news.

Holly got accepted to law school.

- Hey!
- That's awesome!

- Congratulations!
- Congrats, girl.

Hey.

That's...

Uh, Russ, you know I hadn't
given my notice yet.

Yeah, I guess I'd forgotten.

Yeah, I-I just kind of...

I wanted to talk to everybody myself.

Yeah, well, now you don't have to.

It's easier this way.

What?

I'm happy for her, all right?

Hey, maybe

Coach Zuransky was keeping a girlfriend.

That's expensive... you got

to rent the apartment,
set up cable and phone.

Then they want a car.

No. No, I'm not.

I think that we should talk

to Zuransky's wife one more time.

See what she knows about the money.

Russ, come on.

Well, it's really good to
see you again, Mrs. Z.

I'm just sorry it had to be
under such awful circumstances.

I didn't realize you two knew each other.

My husband wasn't the only one

who taught at Valley High.

I was an English teacher
for nearly 30 years.

Taught Russell here.

Um, we need to ask you a few
questions about your husband.

Turned out, he was taking

quite a bit of money out
of the football program.

Do you have any idea what he'd do with it?

No, I never knew anything about that.

Did he make any large purchases recently?

Surprise you with a diamond, a new car?

Was he supporting anyone financially?

Maybe took on a-a second apartment?

Not that I know of.

Did he gamble?

Richard? Never.

He abhorred the whole idea of it.

He would go on and on

about how gambling runs counter
to the whole idea of sport.

It's okay to lose as long
as you played with honor.

Right, Russell?

Like in that poem you
once wrote about honor.

I... I-I wrote a poem about honor?

Well, superficially, it
was about your pet bird.

What was his name again?

Ch-Charlie.

So that's what you were in
high school... the poet.

No. No, I wasn't the poet.

Russell was such a sensitive young man,

wrote free verse that
reminded me of Whitman.

Although he would always try and shock me

by using explicit
descriptions of women's...

I-I really don't think that
Milt wants to hear any of that.

No, I would love to hear about the depths

- of your soul.
- Stick to the conversation

In fact, I would love to read any of

- Russell's words, if...
- at hand, the case.

It's possible I still have some.

I make a point of saving my
most gifted students' work.

- No, that's okay, y-you really...
- Okay.

- You don't have to do that.
- No, that'd be great. Thank you.

Oh, I got a text from Principal Conrad.

Did you write any poems about
her or her lady parts?

That's funny; will you just shut
up and read it to me, please?

Somebody made a cash withdrawal

from Coach Zuransky's booster
account this morning.

Thanks for your help.

Anything?

Put that anger management lead to bed.

All the people in that group
have rock-solid alibis.

Yeah, same with the QB's dad.

He literally lives at work.

Really?

Literally "literally"?

Yeah.

He got divorced, never
bothered getting an apartment

'cause he had a hundred
beds he could sleep on.

Video surveillance showed
him spooning a body pillow

the night Coach was killed.

I printed this out for you.

It's a list of miracles
confirmed by the Vatican.

Uh...

Thanks?

When we spoke last, you said something

about death then there was nothing.

I haven't slept since you said that.

Why do you care what I believe?

If we die, and there's nothing,

no loved ones, no Shaylene,

I can't live like that.

I just need to know
there's more out there.

Would you feel better if I lied to you?

No, I'd feel better if
you read the article.

Maybe you'll reconsider
what you experienced.

Fine.

In the meantime, if I see
Jesus in my French toast,

I'll keep you posted.

Okay.

The ATM cams are all digital now,

but I'm having our I.T.
guy download the footage

so you can keep it as evidence.

I'll go grab it now.

Okay, thank you.

What?

Oh, Lydia again.

We had coffee this morning.

For what?

Just to talk about the case and you.

She confirmed that you were
high school sweethearts.

Congratulations.

Oh, and she said that you
two both planned on going

to the University of Michigan
and getting a place together.

That's a big step for young kids.

Yeah, well, didn't work out.

Yeah, I know, because you didn't get in.

No shame... it's a numbers game.

I'm sure your poetry was just as
good as any other applicant's.

Oh, and she said that you two stayed

in a long-distance
relationship for about a year.

So maybe, I don't know,
you and Holly might...

Long-distance relationships
don't work out, Milt.

Absence, it makes the heart grow fonder...

of someone else.

Got your footage.

I really hope this helps you catch

whoever did this to Coach Zuransky.

That's my sixth sense.

I can tell when someone's dirty.

Hello?

You know, I've got a game to coach.

How long you planning on holding me?

Well...

you can get life for murder,

so, um... life-long?

I didn't kill anyone.

Sit down.

Sit down.

If you didn't kill anyone,
then what'd you do

with all the money that you stole
from the football program?

I didn't steal it.

I had legitimate access to that account.

Yet, you felt the need
to withdraw the money

as cash to do something illegitimate.

What's your vice, Phil?

Drugs and hookers?

Gambling?

No, you don't want to tell me.

Eh, it doesn't really matter.

You know what matters?

It matters that you were doing something

that you didn't want to get caught doing,

and Zuransky, he caught you doing it,

and he was gonna blow the whistle.

No.

So you grabbed the nearest
trophy off the shelf,

and you caved his head in.

Mm?

Ah, I shouldn't be surprised.

You were a terrible student.

Why would you be a good detective?

Good enough to find proof of embezzlement.

Good enough to keep your pasty ass

sitting in that chair

until long after the game is over.

Then Valley loses and the
whole town hates you.

You think I give a rat's
ass who hates me?!

I wasn't using it for drugs or
hookers or anything like that.

Okay?

I was buying grades.

And that cost you eight grand?

Well, y-you know how strict Zuransky was.

I mean, he would suspend players
or kick them off the team

if they didn't keep their GPAs up.

That's why we were losing.

I-I just wanted to win.

Fixing grades may not be moral,

but I'm pretty sure it's
not against the law.

You know, it's nice that you
rationalized all of this.

But it doesn't change the fact

that Zuransky still could
have caught you doing it

and that you needed to shut him up.

Over what?

An academic scandal?

In high school?

The worst I would get would
be a slap on the wrist.

It was no big deal, Russ.

I was getting "D"s up to "C"s.

Go.

Big thanks to the band.

And thanks to everyone

for showing up tonight.

I know it's been an emotional
week for all of us.

We lost two legendary members

of our football family.

Richard Zuransky

was the head football coach

at this school for over 30 years.

He was my coach.

Where's your school colors?

Working.

Hmm.

pacing up and
down the sidelines...

During our investigation, we found out

that Dunaway was stealing money

from the school booster fund

and paying for grades.

I know you've never
really liked him, but...

I've got several teachers
that will confirmed that.

Look, you have...

you have football players

that don't deserve to be on the field.

You got a-a coach that definitely

should not be on the sideline.

Could you do me a favor, Russ?

Could you not give me that folder?

At least not yet.

You really want a bunch of cheaters

representing your school?

If Valley wins this game,

we'll go through to the
regional play-offs.

This is the most excitement
our school has seen

in almost ten years.

It's only a game, Lydia.

Right now, with what's happened...

the kids really need this game.

Thank you,
Phil, for your kind words.

My husband loved nothing
more than this school.

And that field.

And Friday nights!

So...

that the guy I lost out to?

The guy in Ann Arbor? Hmm?

It's funny, I... pictured him
to be a little bit bigger.

I met him long after you
and I had broken up.

And that's not how I remember it.

You didn't lose out to anybody, Russ.

Our relationship

didn't fall apart because of distance.

We fell apart because we were too busy

fighting for other things.

And we both got those things.

Maybe if we'd fought for each other...

Eddie Duncan's father, Larry,

to say a few words.

Thank you, Coach.

Football was one of the great successes

in my son's life.

He also had some struggles.

When I...

found out he passed that night...

The last thing any parent wants to do...

I gotta go.

- is outlive their child.
- Excuse me. Excuse me.

And seeing you all here tonight...

When Larry Duncan made his speech

at the bonfire, he talked about

how he felt the night

he found out his son had passed.

He said "that night".

But I didn't notify him

about Eddie's suicide until after

Meredith confirmed the I.D. at
the morgue, the next morning.

Well, he could have been talking about

the night his son died,

not the morning he found out.

Or he found out about
Eddie's suicide because...

Dash cam footage from
the night Eddie Duncan

decided he was gonna
try and tackle a train.

You were at the
train tracks that night.

You saw your son's mutilated body

and you snapped.

No. You told me.

I mean, until then, I just thought

he was just out on one of his...

Please stop lying.

We have video

of you at the train tracks.

And you hated Coach Zuransky.

He fired your son

from his job.

The one that kept him around football,

the only thing that made him happy.

Hey, football didn't make him happy;

football made him crazy.

Made him crazy?

How?

Back in high school,

Eddie wasn't just a football star,

he was a smart kid.

Smart as a whip.

I was so glad that
football was going to pay

for his college, 'cause he would...

he would take that education

and he would do something with it.

But then...

he got knocked out catching
a pass over the middle.

And I remember the way he was

laying there at mid-field,

his hands reaching up in
the air towards nothing.

Yeah, I-I remember that game.

- I was there.
- Yeah.

Coach Zuransky, he, uh,

gave him some smelling salts

and put him right back in.

Couple of games later, it happened again.

Then again.

I begged Coach, just...

give him a rest,

but he said that Eddie was just

"getting his bell rung."

You saw signs that Eddie's
mind was being affected

all the way back in high school?

Said he couldn't remember things.

Then he started seeing...

lights and hearing bells.

So I told him he had
to hang his cleats up.

But Coach Zuransky told him

that he would be letting his team down.

And all Eddie wanted to
do was please his coach.

He said...

that he would move out

if I didn't let him play, so...

I mean, I know I should've...

Tell me what happened the
night of the train accident.

I...

went to pick Eddie up at
Gilroy's bar, 'cause...

that's what I did every night

before I went to bed.

When they said he left,

I drove around looking for him.

And I saw the train.

And all those lights...

I just knew.

And Coach Zuransky

sending my son back into those games

was all I could think about.

He killed my boy.

Roll thunder!

Hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Working over here.

Well, will you... come on!

Valley High won last night.

Niblet told me.

And I'm exhausted from dancing
on top of my desk, but...

You should be happy, and not just because

our beloved alma mater won,

but because we also won our bets.

It's true.

First person to say anything gets sat on.

Yes!

You people do realize that Valley High...

they're a bunch of cheaters?

Right? So therefore, all bets are off.

It's football, man.

It's football. Everyone cheats.

Yeah, lighten up, Russ.

I mean, I don't have to know
how the sausage is made

as long as it tastes good.

Sausage tastes good.

Football tastes good, too,

metaphorically.

Sausage...

Hey, hey. Holly.

Holly.

Hey.

Got Milt's mail there?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Did you come all the way
out here to ask me that?

No.

I-I... I want to apologize to you.

For that cake stunt.

And I wanted to, uh...

I wanted to say that I'm
sorry for lying to you.

When?

When I told you I was happy for you.

Before.

I-I think it's really great.

I really do, Holly. Everything.

But... I'm not happy.

What... what you said earlier,

about not wanting to start something new

because, um,

it'll be easier for us,

it'll hurt less...

well, that's true.

But screw that.

We can make

a long-distance relationship work.

We just gotta

fight for it.

Would you do that with me?

Uh...

Oh! Um, uh...

Why...?

Niblet caught a B and E and he took off.

He said that-that you, um,

that you won the lobster...

Oh... that dinner thing?

He also said that you would be
boiling these little suckers

all night long by yourself and I...

I thought maybe I could help
you out if you wanted me to.

Russ actually looks happy.

There's our miracle.