♪ ♪
[investigator] There's a guy in the hospital with a bullet in his head.
Who were the guys you were with?
The ones that started the fight.
Witnesses saw you, Hernandez. You need to talk.
♪ ♪
[Meyer] Yeah, nice.
[knocking at door]
[P.A.] They're ready for you, Mr. Meyer.
Can you push...
Yeah, there you go.
[quiet chatter]
Coach.
Hey, trophy looks great, Coach.
I'll have one for the other arm this time next year.
Yeah, I saw the incoming freshmen.
- Hey, ladies. - Cooper, Pouncey,
uh, Cam Newton, Aaron Hernandez.
Best recruiting class in the country.
The country? [chuckles]
What the hell are you talking about?
That's the best recruiting class in college football history.
["Shakey Dog" by Ghostface Killah playing]
♪ ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ What's the deal, what's the deal, y'all? ♪
♪ I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time ♪
♪ Fasten your seat belts ♪
[lively chatter, laughter]
♪ I'm-a take y'all on some real shit ♪
♪ This Theodore shit ♪
♪ Y'all niggas know what time it is and shit ♪
♪ Nah mean? ♪
♪ This real motherfuckin' shit ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ You know? ♪
♪ Yo, makin' moves back and forth uptown... ♪
Want me to read that for you, rookie?
[Mo] Fuck that dude.
Saw you in class. I'm Mo. That's Cam.
Hey, what's up? I'm Aaron.
Hernandez, right? That Mexican?
Man, shut the fuck up.
Mexicans don't play football, dumbass.
I'm, uh, Puerto Rican and Italian.
[Mo] Italian? Shit.
That's tight.
You must be able to ball.
- Gators don't recruit up north. - [shouting and commotion]
[Spikes] Don't move. If you move, you're a fucking pussy.
Don't move. Don't move.
Don't move. Don't...
Don't move.
Bro...
[all shouting]
[players chanting] Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it.
Bro, what are you doing, bro? All right, all right.
- [laughter] - You win.
[clucking like chicken]
Hey! The fuck you looking at, faggot?
[players jeering]
I'm talking to you.
[player] Whoa, hey!
- [laughter, cheering] - Do it again!
- Whoa! - Do it again.
Yeah, boy. Yeah, I'll see you outside.
♪ Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme ♪
♪ Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time, you gon' carry it ♪
♪ Matter of fact, all the cash, I'm-a carry it. ♪
Hey.
Hey, Coach, how you doing?
Go get warm.
[whooping and clapping nearby]
End zone! Let's go!
[cheering, whooping]
[whistle blows]
[overlapping shouting]
[shouting, cheering]
[whistle blows]
I ate your ass up! Pussy! Let's go!
Come on, let's go. Take another one, bro.
[whistle blows]
Yo, back the fuck up.
Watch out, boy. Watch out, boy.
Watch out, boy. Watch out.
Watch out, boy. Watch out, boy. Watch out.
[groans]
This Florida, boy!
This ain't that white boy shit up north.
This mine, boy. This mine.
- [sound dulls] - [breathing heavily]
[laughs]
[Aaron breathing heavily]
- [grunting] - [gear clattering]
I got him. Go on, get out.
[indistinct chatter]
Holy shit, bro.
That's the guy I got to beat out to fucking play?
Yeah, fam. Good luck with that.
Hernandez. Let's see what you got.
[Tim] Hey, huddle!
[player] All right, come on. Let's go. Bring it in, bring it in.
Isn't this great, boys? Who's got it better than us?
Blue tight 35 lead, kill to trio.
Tough 64 snake on one.
- Ready? Break! - Break! Break!
- [player] Yo, get out. - One line, one line.
[shouting orders]
[Tim] Hey, mike 51, mike 51.
- [player] Tebow, Tebow! - [growls]
- [chanting indistinctly] - I'm gonna hit him, I'm gonna hit him.
Hey, hey. Kill, kill.
- Hey, tap 53. - Hey, hey, tap 53, tap 53.
- [shouting] - Mike 20, hut.
[grunts]
[whistle blows]
[players groaning]
- Come on! - [laughter]
[Meyer] Hernandez!
Do you know who that is?
Yeah, that's, uh, the quarterback.
What's his name?
- It's Tim Tebow. - Heisman front-runner Tim Tebow.
Are you trying to get him killed?
My bad, I just...
I thought it was a four route.
Four? Even though the play called for blue tight?
Have you studied the playbook?
- Yeah. - You have?
Yeah, I mean, a little bit. I just got it.
I brought you down here to learn the fucking offense.
What do you have to do that's more important?
What, am I speaking Greek?
I'm not sure, sir. I don't know any Greek.
Run.
Run right the fuck now and keep running
until I tell you to stop
- or your balls fall off. - [Aaron] Yep, yep.
- Whichever comes first! - Okay.
Run!
[indistinct chatter]
[phone ringing]
Aaron?
Hey, what's up, bro?
Nothing, man. Just working out.
I've been dying to hear from you.
How's spring practice going?
Oh, uh, yeah, you know.
It's good, it's good.
Doesn't sound so good.
No, man, you know, just like...
Everybody out here's like Randy Moss
or Strahan or some shit, like...
You should see the guy ahead of me, Ingram.
Like, he is a beast.
Well, you got to get better.
I know, I'm trying.
Just with school and...
you know, the playbook, it's-it's a lot.
It's Florida. You wanted the challenge.
You should talk to Coach. He promised to take care of you.
[chuckles] Nah.
No, man, he already hates me.
He chewed me out in front of the whole team.
You know, Coach Edsall would still love to have you here.
You'd be a starter.
You there?
I didn't say I wanted to fucking leave and shit.
I'm just saying--
Dad taught me never to quit.
- All right, then man up. - I will.
Okay. I miss you.
Love you. Talk soon?
[knocking at door]
- [high-pitched voice] Hello? - [laughter]
Smell that shit down the hall.
Spray some Drakkar Noir up in here, bro.
[Mike] Let's go, Prince Charming. Get dressed.
O-line's taking us out.
[Cam] Come on, boy. Get dressed.
[Aaron] Nah, I-I think I'm...
I think I'm actually just gonna hang behind,
look at the playbook.
Don't even try to separate a boy from his fucking kiddie sheets.
What do you got, sand in your coochie? Let's go.
Probably tired from running all them laps.
[laughter]
- Oh... - Oh, shit.
My man didn't like that.
Bro, you need to go out.
- [Mike] Come on, bruh. - [Mo] Let's go.
[Mike] Let's go, playboy.
[Cam] Let's get it.
A little change is good, boy.
♪ Whoo! Y'all gonna make me lose my mind ♪
- ♪ Up in here, up in here ♪ - [lively chatter]
♪ Y'all gonna make me go all out... ♪
Oh! [laughs]
♪ Y'all gonna make me act a fool... ♪
[lively chatter]
♪ Y'all gonna make me lose my cool ♪
♪ Up in here, up in here... ♪
[Watkins] All right, boys, all right.
Here's to courage, here's to honor.
If you can't come in her, come on her.
[laughter]
♪ 911 shit ♪
♪ All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit? ♪
♪ You niggas remind me of a strip club... ♪
Bruh, Ingram told me
he hasn't paid for a drink in like three years.
You good, boy.
- [Mo] Come on, bruh. - [Cam] Get it now.
- [Mo] All right? You good. - All right. All right.
Okay, damn.
[bartender] From the girl at the end of the bar.
♪ But that couldn't have been the issue... ♪
Attaboy! Yeah!
[barking]
- Whoo! - [Mike] Yes, sir.
Okay!
- Put some hair on your chest, baby. - Ah!
[club music playing]
[Mo] Look at that motherfucker.
Soda in one hand, Bible in the other.
[scoffs] Looks like he immune to pussy.
- What a waste. - I know, right?
- Fag? - Him? Nah.
No fucking way.
If Tebow ain't no fag, then who is?
Uh, that guy. Definitely.
- The bartender? - Mm-hmm.
How you know?
Come on, look at him.
- He do got some faggot-ass shoes. - [laughter]
Let's go to Krystal's.
Yo, Krystal's!
[bartender] Hey. 12 bucks.
Me?
Yeah, you.
Uh, nah, somebody sent over those drinks.
[bartender] Nah, bro, nobody paid for 'em.
Two shots, 12 bucks.
Nah, players don't pay, bro.
Fucking asshole.
What did you say?
You douchebags think you own the place.
Do you even fucking play?
He seen you at practice, bro.
Just pay the fucking tab, chico.
- Chico? - [Mo] Damn, Aaron.
You gonna let "Shoes" talk to you like that?
[crowd exclaims]
[Tim] Hey! Hey, Aaron! Hey, Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!
- [siren whoops] - No, I-I totally understand.
Thank you so much.
I-I really appreciate it.
- How you doing, man? - Good to see you.
[indistinct chatter]
- I appreciate it. - Thanks, take care.
Paul, how are you, man?
I appreciate you doing this, I really do.
Good to see you.
Aaron. Huntley Johnson, Esquire.
What do you say we, uh, get you out of here, huh?
Come on, let's get him on his feet.
- Up you go. There you go. - [grunts]
That's it.
Good. It's gonna be all right. There you go.
Have a seat in the car. Paul, thank you, buddy.
I'll see you, all right?
Yeah, just hop in the front.
Mr. Johnson, you're a lawyer?
I am.
I'm also a fan,
a fan who can be of service from time to time.
Have a seat.
And, uh, call me Huntley.
Um, I'm...
I don't know what came over me, Huntley.
- I'm so sorry. I'm really-- - I know. Hey, it's okay, it's...
Aaron, it's fine.
Look, you seem like a pretty good kid,
and you're sure as hell not the first player
to get himself in trouble.
If I impress nothing else on you
in these early morning hours,
which I refer to as the "danger zone,"
it's this:
For ball players,
there are pitfalls everywhere.
Every room, eyes follow.
Every stranger, a pal.
Every woman... [chuckles]
Look, the harsh reality is that someone in your position
has more enemies than friends, and you need to be prepared.
[telephone rings]
Oh.
That's them right now. Hang on.
Monica.
Uh, yes.
Yeah, I'm with him right now,
and he's very sorry.
Really?
Oh, that's great.
That's great.
Yeah. Hey, hey, as a token of our gratitude,
how about some sideline seats?
Uh...
Ole Miss?
Yeah... Hey, done.
Great. All right.
They're not gonna press charges.
What? [laughs]
- [chuckles] - Really?
Yeah, that prick bartender's from Jackson. Fuck him!
[laughs]
We worked it out.
Wow, I... I-I don't know what to say,
Mr. Johnson, thank you.
Well, listen, just control that temper, all right?
Hey, unless it's against Georgia.
[both laughing]
Well, you will not see me here again.
[chuckles]
Uh... thanks.
Um...
...does Coach know?
[kids playing in distance]
[doorbell rings]
You must be Aaron. [chuckles]
- Yeah. - Welcome.
Um, do you want me to, like,
take my shoes off or anything?
That's very sweet
but not necessary. Come on in.
[Meyer] Aaron, will you say grace?
Me?
Uh... I don't... I don't really...
I got you covered.
Bless us, O Lord, for these, Thy gifts
which we are about to receive from Thy bounty
- through Christ our Lord. - [giggles]
Amen.
- [Shelley] Amen. - Nate.
[Shelley] You know, Aaron, we go every Sunday
to Queen of Peace, if you ever want to join.
[Meyer] Yeah, you should join us.
You were raised Catholic, isn't that right?
Yes. Yes, sir.
Uh, I haven't been to church in a while, though.
Not since...
uh, for my dad.
[clears throat]
Of course.
My condolences.
Aaron's old man was a heck of a college ballplayer, too.
Is that right?
Yeah. Yes, ma'am.
Uh, he was a star at UConn.
- [Shelley] Oh. - Made me who I am.
- [Shelley] Hmm. - [Meyer] My dad, too.
Strict as heck.
I struck out once, looking,
final out of a Little League playoff game.
He made me walk home. Ten miles.
- [Shelley laughs] - But I tell you what.
I never struck out looking again.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
[Meyer grunts]
Thanks for coming by tonight.
I wanted us to talk.
Uh, hey, Coach, about the other night...
What would your dad say about you getting into trouble
your first month in Florida?
He wouldn't be psyched.
Probably not, right?
Especially after what happened to him at UConn.
That... that wasn't his fault.
- A cop was killed, isn't that right? - There were other people there.
- Yeah, but it wasn't his fault. - During a robbery or something?
- I mean, he was on lookout. - But he got
kicked off that team.
He never played again.
That was his moment,
his chance.
I don't want to see that happen to you.
He wouldn't want that.
It won't.
I hope not.
You're better than that.
And no offense, but as a player,
you're better than him.
You're that rare combination
of speed and strength that I don't see very often.
Now, when the season starts, I want you to use
those hands God gave you,
those legs God gave you
not to knock some idiot around in a bar
but to beat the piss out of your opponent.
I know.
Not just beat, fucking dominate.
Every single play.
You want to get on the field?
What will you do when you get your chance? Say it.
- Dominate. - Louder.
- Dominate! - When you imagine your future,
where is it, back in Bristol?
No.
No, your family is in Gainesville now.
- And after Gainesville? - The League.
The Canadian league?
- The NFL. - Ah, that's right.
The N-F-fucking-L.
[panting]
♪ ♪
Would you look at that?
[cell phone ringing]
Coach? Huntley calling.
Huntley, whatever it is, can you handle?
I'm in the middle here.
"Just after 3:00 a.m.,
"Mr. Joiner broke into the impound lot
and stole the vehicle."
This is the captain of your team.
I know who the captain is, thanks.
[Armistead] You heard that the owner of
the impound lot was receiving death threats?
Gator fans do love their team.
[laughs]
[Foley] This isn't funny, Coach.
- [chuckles] - Homecoming is coming up.
The booster club is concerned.
[Armistead] Do you have any idea
what we bring in on those three days?
It pays for those private jets you use to recruit your players.
I've got it under control.
Do you?
Huntley, how many arrests this month?
Uh, five, I believe.
This is what brought down the U.
We're not the fucking U.
They were hooligans.
We have damn near a hundred kids.
Kids make mistakes. That's what Huntley's for.
Then how are they gonna learn from their mistakes?
Now you want to tell me how to handle my players?
[Foley] No, we're not.
And we understand that
they can't all be Tim Tebow.
What I think Mr. Bennet is saying is that
the season's about to start.
Let's do everything we can
to make good headlines.
I tell you what.
Wait till you see this team.
They're killers,
and they're ready to show the world.
♪ ♪
[shouts]
[crowd cheering]
[barks]
Let's go!
[P.A. announcer] Welcome to the swamp,
where only Gators get out alive.
Make some noise as we prepare for kickoff.
[crowd cheers]
[commentator 1] Well, it certainly is the perfect day
for the season opener,
and the Gators will want to start strong
against the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers.
[commentator 2] Ingram with another catch.
Tebow looking to the outside.
And he's got Ingram again.
That'll be another Gators' first down.
Hernandez, give Ingram a breather.
Let's get it, boy. Let's go, baby.
81, here we go, baby.
[commentator 2] Coming in, a tight end, number 81, Aaron Hernandez.
- [Tim] Huddle up. - [commentator 1] Yep, this is
Hernandez's first game as a Gator.
Blue top five 35 cross on one.
- Ready? - [all] Break!
[indistinct shouting]
- Hut. - [commentator 2] Tebow with the pitch to James.
Huge block by Hernandez.
Opens up a hole for a 15-yard pickup.
- First down, Florida. - Hernandez.
Yeah.
Hell of a job in there. That's how you do it.
- Thanks, Coach. - Yeah.
♪ ♪
[chanting] Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!
[cheering, whooping]
♪ Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot... ♪
Yo, y'all think that's something?
♪ Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot... ♪
Move, move, move, move out the way.
♪ I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pouring Chandon... ♪
[shouts]
[cheering, whistling]
Oh!
- Chico. - What, what?
Back up. Back up. I can do that shit.
- Watch this. - Go.
- [thuds] - [all groan]
[overlapping chatter]
You good?
♪ S-N double O-P, D-O double G... ♪
I fucking love you guys, man.
- Mwah. Mwah. - [laughs]
No homo, bruh.
- No homo. - [chanting] Chug, chug, chug, chug,
chug, chug, chug, chug, chug, chug...
[all groan]
I guess we're all just gonna have to take 'em off.
Shirts are gay.
[chanting] Shirts are gay.
Shirts are gay.
[cheering, whooping]
Shirts are gay!
♪ ♪
Hey, I know you.
I know from my... from my plants and shit class.
Hey. [chuckles]
I'm not sure that's the course tittle, but yeah.
Yeah.
Did you see the game today?
There was a game today?
You seen a chick with purple hair?
I got some weed for her.
Nah, but come sit with us. We'll smoke it.
Eh, no, thanks. I think I'd rather have the cash.
See you in class.
My boy.
- You know what I got, baby. - Chico, let's go, my boy.
Let's go, Chico. Yes, sir.
Glasses, I like those.
Chico, Chico, Chico!
♪ ♪
[woman moans]
[man grunting] Yeah.
[Aaron breathing heavily]
[man grunting in video]
[message chimes]
♪ ♪
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[typing]
[message chimes]
[whistle blows]
Ready, break.
[Cam] Hey, man.
[Aaron] Bro, our time will come. Chill.
[Cam] Man, that's easy for you to say.
At least you're getting reps at practice.
I ain't got in once, man. It's bullshit.
Hut.
[grunts] Oh, fuck.
Oh, no, man. It's fucked.
[groaning]
[overlapping chatter]
- Move it down ten. - [trainer] Come on, move, move.
Now!
- [trainer] You heard him. - [Meyer] Run it again.
[assistant coach] All right. Come on, guys. Come on.
- Hustle up. - Hernandez, in there.
[others shouting indistinctly]
All right, huddle up.
All right. Blue tough 50 T-bender X Kelly on one. Ready?
[all] Break!
[indistinct chatter]
One, five, one.
Blue-80. Blue-80, hut!
[grunts]
[applause, cheering]
[Aaron] I didn't want to get it like that.
I wanted to start because I'm the best,
- not because his knee died. - [Mo] Yo, Chico.
Listen to me. For us, it's next man up.
You that man.
Now's your chance to take the job
and never give it back.
Tebow blows out his knee and he goes home to his mansion.
[scoffs] We ain't got that luxury.
So grab this like your life depends on it.
You can't afford not to.
[knock at door]
Cam, cops are here, looking for you.
- Oh, shit. Shit. - [Aaron] Cam, what'd you do, bro?
- What'd you do, steal that shit? - A computer? Really?
If you're gonna steal, make it a Porsche or something.
- Shut up. - [knocking]
[officer] Police.
Cam Newton?
Uh, yeah, yeah. What's up?
[officer] Want to come with us?
♪ ♪
[door closes]
Damn.
All right, we got to call Huntley.
- That motherfucker deserve a raise. - For real.
[crowd cheering]
[commentator 1] Gators down by 14 to Auburn,
looking to claw their way out of this one.
Pressure.
[shouts]
[commentator 1] Wow, right up the middle.
Pass is complete to Hernandez, spins.
And it's down inside the 30.
Good for a first down, but time is ticking.
- Let's go! - [crowd cheering]
[commentator 2] Tebow throws this one up for grabs...
And it's picked off.
[commentator 1] And the fourth-ranked Gators
will go down at home.
And next week they play number one LSU.
Pitch to Hernandez.
Left side.
And hit hard.
[commentator 2] Tebow heaves it deep.
Gonna be a jump ball?
No! Tigers win.
And a promising season has been sunk by two straight losses.
Where do Meyer and the Gators go from here?
- [knock at door] - Yo!
- What's up? - Hey, hey.
- Y'all made it. - [exclaims]
Yo, how was the drive down from Bristol?
- Take long? - [Bo] Whew.
- [door closes] - Took about 40 menthols.
Would've been here quicker, but Ortiz here wanted
to bang a lot lizard in Georgia.
Man, it wasn't even like that, man. [laughs]
[Bo] Oh, okay. Whatever.
- Bam! - [Charlie Boy laughs]
Happy motherfucking birthday.
- Oh, man. - [Bo] Courtesy of cousin Tanya.
[Charlie Boy laughs]
- Wow. Oof. - Yeah.
Gonna need that after the way we been playing.
This for my birthday, too?
[Bo] Oh, God, watch where you pointin' that, brother.
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Weed, Purple Ice, Haze ♪
♪ I choke all day ♪
♪ Let me hit that fly ♪
♪ Pass it to the left side ♪
♪ Roll it up, light it up... ♪
Woo-hoo.
- Dope-ass ride. - Perks of being a Gator.
Ah! Let's go.
[lively chatter]
What up? Yo, yo, yo.
- Hey, what up, homey? - Yo.
- What up, bro? - What up, boy?
- These are my boys Bo and Carlos. - What's up?
What's good, boys?
Yo, the ref was on the take, bro.
Just say the word,
we'll take those motherfuckers out, you feel me?
- Nah, we good, bro. - [Bo] Hey.
I'm-a get the next round.
Where the fuck the waitress at?
Hey, waitress!
Yo, you want to tell Bizzy Bone to chill the fuck out?
Damn, what's up, baby?
Ah, acting all stank and shit,
like she got a gold pussy or something.
What the fuck you say?
I said eat a fat dick, bitch. What you gonna do?
Hey, hey.
Hey, man, you about to get stomped
- by some Gators, motherfucker. - Come on.
- No. No, no, no, no. - Fuck this dude.
It's all good.
[crowd clamoring]
Hey, yo.
Break it up. Break it up, man.
- [laughs] - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Sorry, guys. You guys good?
[Ortiz] We're all good, baby.
- You straight? - I'm good.
[Devin] Fuck! My chain.
Yo, y'all seen my shit?
Fuck.
- Motherfucker snatched my shit. - Hell no.
- Let's go get that fool. - Hey, man,
we don't let that shit slide where we from.
Bro, fuck all that.
I'm done fucking with you clowns.
[scoffs]
Who you talking to, blood?
Hey.
Hey, come on. What the fuck? We'll get him a new chain.
- [typing] - [game playing over laptop]
You're not fixing it tonight.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
You got to be fucking kidding me.
[TV newsman] Two people have been shot.
The shooting happening just hours ago
- with many people milling around. - Fuck me.
Gainesville police work to try
to figure out who shot them and why.
[investigator] There's a guy in the hospital with a bullet in his head.
Who were the guys you were with?
The ones that started the fight.
Don't look there. Look at me.
Witnesses saw you, Hernandez.
You need to talk.
[Aaron] I don't know shit.
They weren't fucking there.
[stammers] There's nothing left to say. I'm taking 'em home.
You got nothing. Cut 'em loose.
[detective] Fucking disgrace.
What?
You got what you needed. He cooperated.
[detective] Talking about the program.
Someone has to answer for this.
[Machen] Hornsby, booked for throwing a man onto the hood of a car.
Cunningham, beat up a clerk at a Jimmy John's.
- I know the list. - [Machen] Cam Newton,
arrested for theft.
Richardson, assault.
Hernandez, questioned in a shooting.
- I get it. - Do you?
21 arrests in three years.
The football program is becoming a stain on the university.
Why are these players still on your team?
What do you suggest I do with them?
Send them home, make an example.
They go back to wherever they're from, and then what?
They turn out better?
These kids need to channel their aggression
on the field, not off it,
and that's why I give them multiple chances.
I'm sure they appreciate your altruism.
- [laughs] God. - [Foley] Urban, the inmates are running the asylum.
You need to do something.
A guy like Hernandez has been in trouble a few times.
Where are you going?
Would we be even having this conversation if we were 8 and 0?
[door opens]
- Well, you're not! - [door closes]
[Shelley] Do what they're asking.
Just cut the bad apples loose.
[scoffs]
I can't.
I can't, Shelley.
- Urban... - This isn't Bowling Green. It's the SEC.
I... I can't win without great players.
- Oh. [sighs] - I watched Brandon Spikes
try to gouge a player's eye out on the field,
and I told him to wipe his hand off
and get back out there because I need to win.
[sighs heavily]
You like this house?
- The cars, the jewelry, the private schools? - Don't.
I'm just saying.
If I don't win, it all goes away.
All of it. [sighs] Okay.
- [hyperventilating] - Urban?
- Urban. - I'm fine.
- No, you... It is not. It is-- - I'm fine.
No, you are not fine,
and I don't want to listen to another word of it.
You've got to do something.
[exhales sharply]
I don't think it's working out.
You've been in some trouble,
and considering your grades, I...
- I have no choice but to-- - Wait.
[scoffs]
You're...
You're kicking me out?
I'm just saying, you might get more playing time elsewhere.
Coach, I... [sighs]
I-I made a mistake.
I mean, guys did way worse stuff than me on the team. Come on.
You know what?
Fuck you.
You're full of shit.
Wack-ass program.
Hernandez. Get in here.
I cooked you dinner.
I had you at my family table.
And I was very, very clear with you
about getting into more trouble,
about making the same stupid mistakes that your dad made.
- Coach-- - Oh, shut up.
I'm suspending you.
One game.
One?
Hawaii. Start of next season.
It's important you understand
there are consequences for your actions.
Now get out of here.
♪ ♪
Yeah!
[man 1] Hey, yo, it's Hernandez.
- [man 2 whistles] Hernandez! - [car horn honking]
- You're a god! - Let's fucking go, baby!
- [man 2 shouts] - Whoo! Let's go!
- [overlapping shouting] - [laughs]
[phone buzzes]
[phone beeps]
[motorcycle engine shuts off]
[crowd chatter in distance]
[insects trilling]
[soft chuckle]
[softly] Your helmet.
[vehicle approaching]
You okay?
Is there a... motel around?
Sure.
[seat belt clicks]
♪ ♪
[breathes shakily]
Whoa, wh-wh-where are you going?
[engine revving]
♪ ♪
My head has been so messed up.
And the winner of the 2009 Mackey award...
He's gonna end up in the hall of fame,
or prison.
Welcome to the pros!
I got a girl. Man: I know.
Do you love her?
You can change.
Fight these demons.
Maybe everyone sees a football star,
but you don't know who you are.
I know who I am.
[gunshot]
I'm a demon.
I'm done looking out for you.
You don't know the kind of thoughts I have.
Then just tell me the truth.
You have so many secrets.
[yelling]