Robbie (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - Robbie vs. Janie's Husband - full transcript
Well, it's official.
Our best player is in a shooting slump.
- Sorry, Dad.
- No, don't apologize.
Happens to every great shooter.
But, that means the rest of y'all
are gonna have to step it up.
For the first time in
the history of our team,
we have a chance at a winning record.
So, until this season
is over, every moment
of everyone's lives
will be about basketball.
And nothing but basketball.
- Nell.
- I can't go to the last game.
What? Why not?
- I'm going on a picnic.
- Picnic?
Caleb's in a shooting slump!
We need to eliminate all distractions.
Robbie, it's me!
Janie!
Yeah, I can see you.
Why are you yelling?
I don't wanna interrupt your practice!
Okay, why don't
y'all go throw up some shots?
I have to go converse
with my female friend.
Hey. Um...
I know you told me never to come here,
but I have to talk to you.
Are you pregnant?
You better not be pregnant.
I swear to God, I will sue you.
Oh, no, no.
It's nothing like that. Um...
I have a husband.
- What?
- And he's gettin' out of prison.
Bullshit.
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Janie, remember when you said
you thought that
we should live together,
and I said, "I don't really know
if we know each other that well."
- Um-hmm.
- You having a secret husband
is the best possible example
of what I was talking about.
Well, but he's not a real husband.
He's a pen pal husband.
A couple of years ago,
I started writing letters to prisoners
to practice my cursive,
and he wrote back and said
it would help out with his
parole if we got married.
And I didn't have nothin' else going on.
We are gettin' a divorce just as
soon as he gets back up on his feet.
You're gonna love him. He's so nice.
You said he went to
prison for killing someone.
Well, duh. You don't go to prison
for not killin' somebody.
But he's served his time,
and he, you know, now he's...
- Um...
- What?
Oh, can't think of the word.
Sounds like Reba McEntire.
- Rehabilitated?
- That's it.
Reba-bilitated.
Oh, my God.
- Hold on. It's Ava.
- Hi, Ava.
- Hello?
- Robbie, where are you?
I have something crazy to tell you.
Oh, I think if I told you where I was,
I might win that competition.
I found a bottle of lube
in Caleb's backpack.
Okay. Yeah. That is crazy.
- What's Caleb doing with lube?
- I don't know!
I asked him and he wouldn't talk to me.
That's the first time
that ever happened.
Well, he's probably
just crankin' his shaft.
Okay, gross.
Do you think we need to give
him the talk? He's only 11.
That would explain his shooting slump.
What is that noise?
Uh, that's a marching band. I gotta go.
I need you to talk to Caleb...
Whoa. Look at that guy.
If a jury sends a dude
that hot to prison,
he's a psychopath.
That's him. That's Nate.
- That's your husband?
- Mm-hmm.
- Janie!
- Nate!
At some point, you gotta stop
and ask yourself, "How is this my life?"
You think I want this?
Some hot, sexy murderer
married to my girlfriend?
I need to focus on basketball.
We got one game left.
If we win, it's a winning record.
Seven and seven.
- That's not a winning record.
- Well, it's not a losing record.
It's not something to brag about.
Why you always gotta
take a big old stinky dump
on everything I do?
Robbie.
It's gonna be a tough win, anyways.
Caleb's in a shooting slump.
- Want me to work with him?
- No.
Stay away from my players.
That reminds me. How old was
I when I started masturbating?
Why would I know that?
Hey. Mind if I join you?
Come on. Have a seat, Nate.
I just can't believe
I'm sitting across from
the greatest basketball
coach of all time.
- Well, I...
- And his dad.
Are you talking about me?
Do people know me in prison?
No, Robbie.
obviously Janie told him about
you in her pen pal letters.
She told me all about you.
About how you're a respected
coach, an amazing father,
an attentive lover...
Oh, come on.
You're a real inspiration to me, Robbie.
And now that I'm out on parole,
I just hope I can be
half the man that you are.
Well, all right.
All right. Got another
round for you gents.
Here you go, husband.
I should cut myself off.
I need to find a place to stay.
No! No, come on, dude.
You can stay at our place.
- Really?
- Really?
- Robbie!
- What?
My man here just got out of prison.
You can't kick him out on the street.
He needs me.
This apartment is amazing.
- So eclectic.
- Okay.
Now you're just using words
I don't know to make me blush.
Are you sure this is okay, Robbie?
I know you've got a real
important game on Saturday.
Actually, I was thinking that maybe
you could come and talk to my team.
Maybe give 'em an inspirational speech.
You can tell 'em about
how you got reba-bilitated.
You could also
tell them some of that cool stuff
you were saying about me.
I think it'd be fun
for them to hear that.
Oh, I would just love that.
Aw, I thought you two
would hate each other.
Or you know, like, be jealous,
'cause I have a husband,
I have a boyfriend. Blah.
But I'm real glad you like each other.
Oh, it's just impossible
not to like Robbie.
Oh, shut up.
Oh. Or keep talking.
You know, this isn't prison.
I'm not gonna tell you what to do.
Okay, nighty-night.
This really means so much to me.
I'm a complete stranger.
A prisoner. A former murderer.
And you've invited me into your home.
I guess it's true what you said.
I'm an inspiration.
Oh, first night out of prison.
You need anything else before I turn in?
Want me to yell "lights out"
or something like that?
Would you?
- That would be amazing.
- Oh, I was just kidding.
But, yeah, I can do that.
Lights out!
Have a Sugar Town day.
You're gettin' cucked.
Shut up. I am not!
Well, there are only two options.
Either you're gettin' cucked,
or you're gettin'
"Single White Female"-ed.
So you think Janie's
husband wants to kill me
so he can take over my life.
- That's insane.
- Spoken like a typical cuck.
You know what? I don't have to
sit here and put up with this.
- I got a practice to go to.
- This is a job, Robbie.
You can't just leave.
Well, then, I'm going home sick
before I barf all over the customers
- from listening to you talk.
- Fine.
But in all seriousness,
when this guy kills you,
I'm gonna make fun of you
at your funeral.
That phone's not gonna get
you out of your shooting slump.
Shooting's all about motion,
about form. Come on.
Do your thing.
No, no. Your elbow's flaring out.
You wanna keep it in.
Think of your arm like the neck
of an egret or a blue heron.
A graceful bird.
There you go. Whoo.
See, here's the head. Go on.
Whoo. That's it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nice.
- Hey. What are you two doing?
Oh, I was helping Caleb with his shot.
Uh, Caleb. Go play the gun game.
I need to talk to your granddad.
Only shoot the animals.
Hey, did Robbie tell you what
I found in Caleb's backpack?
Oh, no. Was it drugs?
No. No, I wish. That would be
way less confusing.
It was a bottle of lube.
I couldn't make head or tails of that.
Do you remember how you
talked to Robbie about sex?
Oh, back in the day,
we didn't give sex talks.
That would probably explain
why he and I have a son.
I can't believe I'm saying this.
I need Robbie.
All right, here we go. Take it in.
Eben,
in the off season, I want you
to put on 50 pounds of muscle.
Right now I weigh 60 pounds.
What the hell? Nate?
- Robbie, hey. You got any beer?
- No!
- Why are you wearing my suit?
- I had some job interviews.
Janie thought some of your
good luck might wear off on me.
Are you trying to dress like me
so you can become me?
Like in "Single White Female?"
Is that a movie? I've been in prison.
I haven't seen any films.
You gotta see it.
It is so good. It's such a good movie.
But also, I really don't
like you wearing my clothes.
Damn it! Everything I do is wrong!
Okay. Let's just calm down.
I'm guessing the job
interviews didn't go so great.
As soon as I mentioned
I murdered someone,
- "No, thank you."
- Yeah.
If I was you, I would store murderer
in my file of permanent
secrets, okay? How about this?
You go splash some
cold water on your face,
and come back out here
and tell all these kids
how you wanna be just like me.
All right? Okay.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.
Sorry I'm late. Granddad
was helping me with my shot.
I told him to stay out of it.
- He said my elbow was flaring out.
- Oh, let me guess.
He said you need to be
more like a graceful bird?
Also, Mom says you have
to give me "the talk."
Because of the lube.
Yeah, I guess we can do that real quick.
Why don't you come over here?
Caleb, you are getting older.
And, you know...
sex.
So, uh...
I'm just trying to say
if you're cranking your shaft,
it's not that big a deal.
What does that mean?
Well, what do you think it means?
Caleb, what's the lube for?
Me and Eben used it to make slime.
Eben!
You're supposed to be working on layups.
So go work on layups!
Good God.
I don't get it.
Why didn't you just tell
your mom it was for slime?
I found it in her bedside table.
I didn't want her to know I stole it.
It's your mom's lube?
That is so good.
Oh, do not tell her that you told me.
I wanna be the one to tell her.
At our last practice,
some of y'all didn't get
how important our final game is. So...
I asked my new friend
Nate to come down here
and give us a little pep talk.
How many of you know what
the felony murder rule is?
Well, if you rob a liquor
store with your buddy,
and he has a gun,
even though you didn't know he had it,
if he shoots the guy at the register,
you're still guilty of murder.
Oh, my God. Nate, is
that what happened to you?
No, that's what happened to my buddy.
He went to jail for murder,
even though I pulled the trigger.
Okay, that's not a good story.
Why don't we, um,
skip to the part where
you talk about me.
But that's why you're such
an inspiration to me, Robbie.
Everybody used to think
Robbie was an idiot
who would never be
as good as his father.
That's not... no.
Why don't you just talk about how I...
I'm an amazing coach and, uh... lover.
But that's who you are now.
You used to be a big old pile of crap!
All right, you know what? Why don't
we jump ahead to some questions?
How about that? Okay. All right. Eben?
Do you think you'll ever kill again?
Eben, what the hell? You can't ask that!
No, that's okay.
I don't want to.
Because that's not who I am anymore.
Nell.
Once your murder someone,
aren't you always a murderer?
What? That's not... That's not a thing.
You can't just make that up.
Why are you even here?
You're gonna be at a picnic.
No, Robbie. She's right.
It's like you, Robbie. Your dad
retired from coaching, but...
everybody still calls him Coach.
And even though you are a coach,
we just call you Robbie.
You know what? We are not
talking about me anymore.
So who has a question
for Nate that isn't about
him being a murderer?
Who has a question about
me being a murderer?
Well, that sucked.
I thought it was gonna be inspirational,
but it was not. At all.
No. Those kids are right. I'm not you.
I'm a murderer, and that's
all I'm ever gonna be.
Don't say that.
I know I seem...
cool as shit, but...
truth this, I coach church basketball
'cause I can't get a real coaching job.
And no one respects me.
Definitely not my dad.
And I'm an okay lover.
You know, I mostly picture TV shows
to try to make it last longer, but...
the only thing I've ever
changed in my whole life
is that I now work at a
slightly better ice cream shop.
Because this dump was
shut down for being racist.
I want my life to be better, but...
I don't know how to do it.
I'm stuck.
Janie told me you
turned your life around.
- I didn't.
- Then I don't have a chance.
I should never have left prison.
Come on. You'll be fine.
You are very, very good-looking.
And that tends to open a lot of doors.
I gotta go back.
I can't make it out here.
You know what I should do?
This is a good idea.
This will help both of us.
- I should kill you.
- What?
That way they have to
send me back to prison.
Okay. You're doin' that thing
where you say somethin' crazy,
and then I go, "Oh! Maybe my life's
really not so bad after all."
No, Robbie. Your life sucks.
All right, you don't
gotta rub it in, murderer.
You tried to help me, Robbie.
This is how I can repay you.
- I gotta take a leak.
- Hey, you're jokin', right?
Nate. Buddy!
You still like me. Right?
Oh, Beatrice was right.
She's gonna make fun
of me at my funeral.
Robbie.
Did you sleep here last night?
You were right.
Janie's husband wants to kill me.
I told you you were gettin' cucked.
Will you shut up? This is real.
I always thought if anyone
was gonna murder you,
it'd be me.
Yeah.
Me, too.
What are you gonna do?
I gotta coach my final
game of basketball.
Well, doesn't the murderer
know you'll be there?
Yes.
But I got a team to coach.
Look. Uh...
this is our last game, so...
if we never see each other again,
I just want you all to know that
I taught you some stuff, but...
you taught me some stuff, too. Okay?
Now. First play.
Nell, I want you to cross un...
Wait, Nell. You're
supposed to be at a picnic.
I told my dad I had to be here.
- Dad, are you okay?
- I don't know.
Let's play some basketball.
One, two, three.
Basketball.
Win this.
Defense, now. Work as a team.
Get your hands up. That's all right.
Let's work through it, now.
That's okay. Hey, come here,
come here, come here.
Your granddad was right, okay?
Your elbow's flaring out.
But keep shooting. Keep shooting.
Find the open man. There she is. Hit it!
Yes! Okay.
Heads up, heads up. Take your shot.
Caleb, graceful birds.
Eben, pass it to Nell.
Eben, pass it to Nell.
Eben... Oh...
In your face, bitch!
Whoa, Eben! No trash talk.
Act like you been there.
No pressure, bud.
Let the game come to you.
Robbie, come home.
I really don't think
Nate would murder someone.
He already did, Janie.
Oh, yeah.
Hello, Robbie. Janie.
There you are. Will you please tell him
that you're not really gonna kill him?
I can't do that.
Okay.
You're a psychopath. I knew it.
I'm setting you free,
so I can get locked up.
That's not a good trade for me.
Look, what I said last night is true.
I don't have a lot of
the stuff that I want.
But I just coached my own son in
a winning season of basketball.
Seven and seven.
That's not a winning season.
I know, 'cause I'm not a winner.
And I may never be one.
But if you kill me,
I don't get the chance to keep trying.
Whoa! I never even thought of that!
Can we just go back
to the way things were?
I can stay on your couch.
Yeah, no, I don't think
that's a good idea.
I mean, you jumped pretty quickly
to the whole "I'm gonna kill you" thing.
I guess you weren't as
reba-bilitated as we thought.
What am I gonna do, then?
They aren't just gonna
let me live at prison.
I gotta commit a crime.
Ah, Robbie!
No!
It stings.
- Robbie.
- Robbie.
- Robbie, can you hear us?
- Robbie!
You wanna succeed?
you gotta work harder,
be better than everybody else.
Otherwise, you're gonna
end up some Joe Nobody
with a dead-end job.
No life, and nothing to show for it.
Not me, Dad.
I'm gonna be great.
Just like you. I know it.
I remember this.
Like a little version of me.
Am I dead?
Is this what happens when you die?
You watch your whole
life all over again?
No, Robbie. You're not dead.
Am I a time traveler?
Tell me right now. Am I a time traveler?
No. Stop guessing.
This is a dream.
But why? W... Why am I here?
To find out what you really want.
I wanna be great. Just like you.
So you want the same thing you
wanted when you were a little boy?
No wonder you're stuck.
But Dad, I... I still don't have it.
You can't climb out from my shadow
when you keep standing right behind me.
Whoa. Okay. Time out.
Can you learn stuff in a dream?
It's okay.
You're all right.
I had a dream.
And you were there. And you were there.
Wait, no. You... You're weren't there.
It's just my dad.
And I was there. Twice.
I'm glad you're okay, son.
Am I paralyzed?
Am I never gonna walk again?
Is that why I'm in this bed?
Why?!
You're fine.
The bullet barely grazed your side.
You didn't even lose that much blood.
- Where's Nate?
- Oh. Headed back to prison.
The cops came as soon
as the gun went off.
I'm a hero.
- Oh. No.
- Oh, I don't think so.
- Dad.
- Now don't worry. I'm okay.
I know. They said you just fainted.
Ava. You're here.
Come. Come closer to me.
I wanna tell you something.
And I want everyone to hear it.
It was your lube.
Uh-oh.
Dad. Hold up.
Robbie, are you walking with a cane?
- You got shot in the side.
- I know.
I don't get too many, uh,
chances to use a cane,
so I decided to go for it.
Weren't you shot on the other side?
Oh, shit. Yeah.
- What do you want?
- Well, I need to tell you something.
I have spent my whole life
trying to be just like you,
but now that I have stared
death square in the face,
I'm not gonna do that anymore.
I've decided to quit
coaching basketball.
Robbie, you just built the
foundation of an actual program.
I never thought you'd do that.
This is the time when you double down.
Nope. Dad, this is the
time when you double down.
This is when I quit,
so I can find my own path.
Otherwise, I'm never gonna
get out of your shadow.
Shadow? What shadow?
Robbie!
Basketball's been your whole life.
You don't know how to do anything else.
- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know, Dad.
But I'm gonna be great. I know it.
Our best player is in a shooting slump.
- Sorry, Dad.
- No, don't apologize.
Happens to every great shooter.
But, that means the rest of y'all
are gonna have to step it up.
For the first time in
the history of our team,
we have a chance at a winning record.
So, until this season
is over, every moment
of everyone's lives
will be about basketball.
And nothing but basketball.
- Nell.
- I can't go to the last game.
What? Why not?
- I'm going on a picnic.
- Picnic?
Caleb's in a shooting slump!
We need to eliminate all distractions.
Robbie, it's me!
Janie!
Yeah, I can see you.
Why are you yelling?
I don't wanna interrupt your practice!
Okay, why don't
y'all go throw up some shots?
I have to go converse
with my female friend.
Hey. Um...
I know you told me never to come here,
but I have to talk to you.
Are you pregnant?
You better not be pregnant.
I swear to God, I will sue you.
Oh, no, no.
It's nothing like that. Um...
I have a husband.
- What?
- And he's gettin' out of prison.
Bullshit.
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Janie, remember when you said
you thought that
we should live together,
and I said, "I don't really know
if we know each other that well."
- Um-hmm.
- You having a secret husband
is the best possible example
of what I was talking about.
Well, but he's not a real husband.
He's a pen pal husband.
A couple of years ago,
I started writing letters to prisoners
to practice my cursive,
and he wrote back and said
it would help out with his
parole if we got married.
And I didn't have nothin' else going on.
We are gettin' a divorce just as
soon as he gets back up on his feet.
You're gonna love him. He's so nice.
You said he went to
prison for killing someone.
Well, duh. You don't go to prison
for not killin' somebody.
But he's served his time,
and he, you know, now he's...
- Um...
- What?
Oh, can't think of the word.
Sounds like Reba McEntire.
- Rehabilitated?
- That's it.
Reba-bilitated.
Oh, my God.
- Hold on. It's Ava.
- Hi, Ava.
- Hello?
- Robbie, where are you?
I have something crazy to tell you.
Oh, I think if I told you where I was,
I might win that competition.
I found a bottle of lube
in Caleb's backpack.
Okay. Yeah. That is crazy.
- What's Caleb doing with lube?
- I don't know!
I asked him and he wouldn't talk to me.
That's the first time
that ever happened.
Well, he's probably
just crankin' his shaft.
Okay, gross.
Do you think we need to give
him the talk? He's only 11.
That would explain his shooting slump.
What is that noise?
Uh, that's a marching band. I gotta go.
I need you to talk to Caleb...
Whoa. Look at that guy.
If a jury sends a dude
that hot to prison,
he's a psychopath.
That's him. That's Nate.
- That's your husband?
- Mm-hmm.
- Janie!
- Nate!
At some point, you gotta stop
and ask yourself, "How is this my life?"
You think I want this?
Some hot, sexy murderer
married to my girlfriend?
I need to focus on basketball.
We got one game left.
If we win, it's a winning record.
Seven and seven.
- That's not a winning record.
- Well, it's not a losing record.
It's not something to brag about.
Why you always gotta
take a big old stinky dump
on everything I do?
Robbie.
It's gonna be a tough win, anyways.
Caleb's in a shooting slump.
- Want me to work with him?
- No.
Stay away from my players.
That reminds me. How old was
I when I started masturbating?
Why would I know that?
Hey. Mind if I join you?
Come on. Have a seat, Nate.
I just can't believe
I'm sitting across from
the greatest basketball
coach of all time.
- Well, I...
- And his dad.
Are you talking about me?
Do people know me in prison?
No, Robbie.
obviously Janie told him about
you in her pen pal letters.
She told me all about you.
About how you're a respected
coach, an amazing father,
an attentive lover...
Oh, come on.
You're a real inspiration to me, Robbie.
And now that I'm out on parole,
I just hope I can be
half the man that you are.
Well, all right.
All right. Got another
round for you gents.
Here you go, husband.
I should cut myself off.
I need to find a place to stay.
No! No, come on, dude.
You can stay at our place.
- Really?
- Really?
- Robbie!
- What?
My man here just got out of prison.
You can't kick him out on the street.
He needs me.
This apartment is amazing.
- So eclectic.
- Okay.
Now you're just using words
I don't know to make me blush.
Are you sure this is okay, Robbie?
I know you've got a real
important game on Saturday.
Actually, I was thinking that maybe
you could come and talk to my team.
Maybe give 'em an inspirational speech.
You can tell 'em about
how you got reba-bilitated.
You could also
tell them some of that cool stuff
you were saying about me.
I think it'd be fun
for them to hear that.
Oh, I would just love that.
Aw, I thought you two
would hate each other.
Or you know, like, be jealous,
'cause I have a husband,
I have a boyfriend. Blah.
But I'm real glad you like each other.
Oh, it's just impossible
not to like Robbie.
Oh, shut up.
Oh. Or keep talking.
You know, this isn't prison.
I'm not gonna tell you what to do.
Okay, nighty-night.
This really means so much to me.
I'm a complete stranger.
A prisoner. A former murderer.
And you've invited me into your home.
I guess it's true what you said.
I'm an inspiration.
Oh, first night out of prison.
You need anything else before I turn in?
Want me to yell "lights out"
or something like that?
Would you?
- That would be amazing.
- Oh, I was just kidding.
But, yeah, I can do that.
Lights out!
Have a Sugar Town day.
You're gettin' cucked.
Shut up. I am not!
Well, there are only two options.
Either you're gettin' cucked,
or you're gettin'
"Single White Female"-ed.
So you think Janie's
husband wants to kill me
so he can take over my life.
- That's insane.
- Spoken like a typical cuck.
You know what? I don't have to
sit here and put up with this.
- I got a practice to go to.
- This is a job, Robbie.
You can't just leave.
Well, then, I'm going home sick
before I barf all over the customers
- from listening to you talk.
- Fine.
But in all seriousness,
when this guy kills you,
I'm gonna make fun of you
at your funeral.
That phone's not gonna get
you out of your shooting slump.
Shooting's all about motion,
about form. Come on.
Do your thing.
No, no. Your elbow's flaring out.
You wanna keep it in.
Think of your arm like the neck
of an egret or a blue heron.
A graceful bird.
There you go. Whoo.
See, here's the head. Go on.
Whoo. That's it.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Nice.
- Hey. What are you two doing?
Oh, I was helping Caleb with his shot.
Uh, Caleb. Go play the gun game.
I need to talk to your granddad.
Only shoot the animals.
Hey, did Robbie tell you what
I found in Caleb's backpack?
Oh, no. Was it drugs?
No. No, I wish. That would be
way less confusing.
It was a bottle of lube.
I couldn't make head or tails of that.
Do you remember how you
talked to Robbie about sex?
Oh, back in the day,
we didn't give sex talks.
That would probably explain
why he and I have a son.
I can't believe I'm saying this.
I need Robbie.
All right, here we go. Take it in.
Eben,
in the off season, I want you
to put on 50 pounds of muscle.
Right now I weigh 60 pounds.
What the hell? Nate?
- Robbie, hey. You got any beer?
- No!
- Why are you wearing my suit?
- I had some job interviews.
Janie thought some of your
good luck might wear off on me.
Are you trying to dress like me
so you can become me?
Like in "Single White Female?"
Is that a movie? I've been in prison.
I haven't seen any films.
You gotta see it.
It is so good. It's such a good movie.
But also, I really don't
like you wearing my clothes.
Damn it! Everything I do is wrong!
Okay. Let's just calm down.
I'm guessing the job
interviews didn't go so great.
As soon as I mentioned
I murdered someone,
- "No, thank you."
- Yeah.
If I was you, I would store murderer
in my file of permanent
secrets, okay? How about this?
You go splash some
cold water on your face,
and come back out here
and tell all these kids
how you wanna be just like me.
All right? Okay.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey.
Sorry I'm late. Granddad
was helping me with my shot.
I told him to stay out of it.
- He said my elbow was flaring out.
- Oh, let me guess.
He said you need to be
more like a graceful bird?
Also, Mom says you have
to give me "the talk."
Because of the lube.
Yeah, I guess we can do that real quick.
Why don't you come over here?
Caleb, you are getting older.
And, you know...
sex.
So, uh...
I'm just trying to say
if you're cranking your shaft,
it's not that big a deal.
What does that mean?
Well, what do you think it means?
Caleb, what's the lube for?
Me and Eben used it to make slime.
Eben!
You're supposed to be working on layups.
So go work on layups!
Good God.
I don't get it.
Why didn't you just tell
your mom it was for slime?
I found it in her bedside table.
I didn't want her to know I stole it.
It's your mom's lube?
That is so good.
Oh, do not tell her that you told me.
I wanna be the one to tell her.
At our last practice,
some of y'all didn't get
how important our final game is. So...
I asked my new friend
Nate to come down here
and give us a little pep talk.
How many of you know what
the felony murder rule is?
Well, if you rob a liquor
store with your buddy,
and he has a gun,
even though you didn't know he had it,
if he shoots the guy at the register,
you're still guilty of murder.
Oh, my God. Nate, is
that what happened to you?
No, that's what happened to my buddy.
He went to jail for murder,
even though I pulled the trigger.
Okay, that's not a good story.
Why don't we, um,
skip to the part where
you talk about me.
But that's why you're such
an inspiration to me, Robbie.
Everybody used to think
Robbie was an idiot
who would never be
as good as his father.
That's not... no.
Why don't you just talk about how I...
I'm an amazing coach and, uh... lover.
But that's who you are now.
You used to be a big old pile of crap!
All right, you know what? Why don't
we jump ahead to some questions?
How about that? Okay. All right. Eben?
Do you think you'll ever kill again?
Eben, what the hell? You can't ask that!
No, that's okay.
I don't want to.
Because that's not who I am anymore.
Nell.
Once your murder someone,
aren't you always a murderer?
What? That's not... That's not a thing.
You can't just make that up.
Why are you even here?
You're gonna be at a picnic.
No, Robbie. She's right.
It's like you, Robbie. Your dad
retired from coaching, but...
everybody still calls him Coach.
And even though you are a coach,
we just call you Robbie.
You know what? We are not
talking about me anymore.
So who has a question
for Nate that isn't about
him being a murderer?
Who has a question about
me being a murderer?
Well, that sucked.
I thought it was gonna be inspirational,
but it was not. At all.
No. Those kids are right. I'm not you.
I'm a murderer, and that's
all I'm ever gonna be.
Don't say that.
I know I seem...
cool as shit, but...
truth this, I coach church basketball
'cause I can't get a real coaching job.
And no one respects me.
Definitely not my dad.
And I'm an okay lover.
You know, I mostly picture TV shows
to try to make it last longer, but...
the only thing I've ever
changed in my whole life
is that I now work at a
slightly better ice cream shop.
Because this dump was
shut down for being racist.
I want my life to be better, but...
I don't know how to do it.
I'm stuck.
Janie told me you
turned your life around.
- I didn't.
- Then I don't have a chance.
I should never have left prison.
Come on. You'll be fine.
You are very, very good-looking.
And that tends to open a lot of doors.
I gotta go back.
I can't make it out here.
You know what I should do?
This is a good idea.
This will help both of us.
- I should kill you.
- What?
That way they have to
send me back to prison.
Okay. You're doin' that thing
where you say somethin' crazy,
and then I go, "Oh! Maybe my life's
really not so bad after all."
No, Robbie. Your life sucks.
All right, you don't
gotta rub it in, murderer.
You tried to help me, Robbie.
This is how I can repay you.
- I gotta take a leak.
- Hey, you're jokin', right?
Nate. Buddy!
You still like me. Right?
Oh, Beatrice was right.
She's gonna make fun
of me at my funeral.
Robbie.
Did you sleep here last night?
You were right.
Janie's husband wants to kill me.
I told you you were gettin' cucked.
Will you shut up? This is real.
I always thought if anyone
was gonna murder you,
it'd be me.
Yeah.
Me, too.
What are you gonna do?
I gotta coach my final
game of basketball.
Well, doesn't the murderer
know you'll be there?
Yes.
But I got a team to coach.
Look. Uh...
this is our last game, so...
if we never see each other again,
I just want you all to know that
I taught you some stuff, but...
you taught me some stuff, too. Okay?
Now. First play.
Nell, I want you to cross un...
Wait, Nell. You're
supposed to be at a picnic.
I told my dad I had to be here.
- Dad, are you okay?
- I don't know.
Let's play some basketball.
One, two, three.
Basketball.
Win this.
Defense, now. Work as a team.
Get your hands up. That's all right.
Let's work through it, now.
That's okay. Hey, come here,
come here, come here.
Your granddad was right, okay?
Your elbow's flaring out.
But keep shooting. Keep shooting.
Find the open man. There she is. Hit it!
Yes! Okay.
Heads up, heads up. Take your shot.
Caleb, graceful birds.
Eben, pass it to Nell.
Eben, pass it to Nell.
Eben... Oh...
In your face, bitch!
Whoa, Eben! No trash talk.
Act like you been there.
No pressure, bud.
Let the game come to you.
Robbie, come home.
I really don't think
Nate would murder someone.
He already did, Janie.
Oh, yeah.
Hello, Robbie. Janie.
There you are. Will you please tell him
that you're not really gonna kill him?
I can't do that.
Okay.
You're a psychopath. I knew it.
I'm setting you free,
so I can get locked up.
That's not a good trade for me.
Look, what I said last night is true.
I don't have a lot of
the stuff that I want.
But I just coached my own son in
a winning season of basketball.
Seven and seven.
That's not a winning season.
I know, 'cause I'm not a winner.
And I may never be one.
But if you kill me,
I don't get the chance to keep trying.
Whoa! I never even thought of that!
Can we just go back
to the way things were?
I can stay on your couch.
Yeah, no, I don't think
that's a good idea.
I mean, you jumped pretty quickly
to the whole "I'm gonna kill you" thing.
I guess you weren't as
reba-bilitated as we thought.
What am I gonna do, then?
They aren't just gonna
let me live at prison.
I gotta commit a crime.
Ah, Robbie!
No!
It stings.
- Robbie.
- Robbie.
- Robbie, can you hear us?
- Robbie!
You wanna succeed?
you gotta work harder,
be better than everybody else.
Otherwise, you're gonna
end up some Joe Nobody
with a dead-end job.
No life, and nothing to show for it.
Not me, Dad.
I'm gonna be great.
Just like you. I know it.
I remember this.
Like a little version of me.
Am I dead?
Is this what happens when you die?
You watch your whole
life all over again?
No, Robbie. You're not dead.
Am I a time traveler?
Tell me right now. Am I a time traveler?
No. Stop guessing.
This is a dream.
But why? W... Why am I here?
To find out what you really want.
I wanna be great. Just like you.
So you want the same thing you
wanted when you were a little boy?
No wonder you're stuck.
But Dad, I... I still don't have it.
You can't climb out from my shadow
when you keep standing right behind me.
Whoa. Okay. Time out.
Can you learn stuff in a dream?
It's okay.
You're all right.
I had a dream.
And you were there. And you were there.
Wait, no. You... You're weren't there.
It's just my dad.
And I was there. Twice.
I'm glad you're okay, son.
Am I paralyzed?
Am I never gonna walk again?
Is that why I'm in this bed?
Why?!
You're fine.
The bullet barely grazed your side.
You didn't even lose that much blood.
- Where's Nate?
- Oh. Headed back to prison.
The cops came as soon
as the gun went off.
I'm a hero.
- Oh. No.
- Oh, I don't think so.
- Dad.
- Now don't worry. I'm okay.
I know. They said you just fainted.
Ava. You're here.
Come. Come closer to me.
I wanna tell you something.
And I want everyone to hear it.
It was your lube.
Uh-oh.
Dad. Hold up.
Robbie, are you walking with a cane?
- You got shot in the side.
- I know.
I don't get too many, uh,
chances to use a cane,
so I decided to go for it.
Weren't you shot on the other side?
Oh, shit. Yeah.
- What do you want?
- Well, I need to tell you something.
I have spent my whole life
trying to be just like you,
but now that I have stared
death square in the face,
I'm not gonna do that anymore.
I've decided to quit
coaching basketball.
Robbie, you just built the
foundation of an actual program.
I never thought you'd do that.
This is the time when you double down.
Nope. Dad, this is the
time when you double down.
This is when I quit,
so I can find my own path.
Otherwise, I'm never gonna
get out of your shadow.
Shadow? What shadow?
Robbie!
Basketball's been your whole life.
You don't know how to do anything else.
- What are you gonna do?
- I don't know, Dad.
But I'm gonna be great. I know it.