-Yeah, you can't hold it. -You're not coming for me.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh!
I'm coming! I'm coming for you!
That's game! [laughs]
It don't matter that you in the league now.
You could still get your ass skunked.
Man, whatever, fool. Run it back. [laughs]
-All right, let's go, let's go. -[knocking]
[officer] Police! Open up!
You got to stall 'em, all right?
-[banging on door] -Open up!
What the fuck, Doe?
[Zac] Freeze.
You are Ricky.
Just signed your pro contract,
played your first game, life is good.
Until you went home to hang with a high school buddy.
And now five-oh is at the door.
What do you do?
Well, I hope they're on the first floor,
because I'm jumping out that window.
[laughter]
You think it's a joke?
Think it can't happen to you?
Ryan Leaf. Reggie Rogers, Lawrence Phillips,
Rae Carruth.
They didn't think so, either.
You have everything to lose.
Be a rookie, not a mistake.
-[Goodell] Thank you, Zac. -[applause]
[clears throat]
Gentlemen...
for the past few days,
we've given you tools to succeed.
Physically, socially, financially.
You are now a professional football player.
And we expect you to act like one.
Now, as you head off today to your new homes
and your new teams,
remember you represent more than yourself.
You represent a 90-year history
of integrity and excellence,
and the single most important institution
in American life today.
Protect the shield.
["General Patton" by Big Boi playing]
♪♪ ♪♪
♪♪ Get the south dick up out your mouth ♪♪
♪♪ What you talkin' 'bout ♪♪
♪♪ See we know everything that you about ♪♪
♪♪ So try another route ♪♪
♪♪ Paperboy, you can't destroy ♪♪
♪♪ What we done built... ♪♪
[indistinct chatter, clamoring]
[Gronkowski] Aaron.
What's up, bro?
-Hey. -I'm Rob.
They call me Gronk.
Uh, they call me Aaron.
Nice.
Hey, you meet Coach yet?
Nah, not yet.
[sighs] That dude is
fucking scary, bro.
-[laughs] -[Brady] Come on, guys.
Let's go.
Holy shit. That's Tom Brady.
Bro, no shit.
Let's go, baby.
Let's go! Get hype, baby! Come on!
♪♪ 'Cause your shit is really wack. ♪♪
["It's My Life" by Bon Jovi playing]
♪♪ This ain't a song for the broken-hearted ♪♪
♪♪ No silent prayer for the faith-departed ♪♪
♪♪ It's my life ♪♪
♪♪ It's now or never ♪♪
♪♪ I ain't gonna live forever ♪♪
♪♪ I just want to live while I'm alive ♪♪
♪♪ It's my life. ♪♪
[indistinct shouting, clamoring]
Here we go! Work on three. Work on three.
-One, two, three. -[all] Work!
[all clamoring, cheering]
Do you jobs. Do 'em well.
[panting]
[indistinct chatter]
Some new toys?
Let's see what we got.
[coach] All right, tight ends, get ready!
[whistle blows]
85's got a motor.
Better athlete than most tight ends.
-All right. -[Brady] Hut!
Deep, deep!
See if he can block.
[grunting]
Hell, might be able to use him in a few different ways.
Let's get him in space.
See if he can make people miss.
Let's go, baby!
[grunting]
-[whistle blows] -[indistinct chatter, clamoring]
Oh, way to go, Aaron. Way to go, Aaron.
[Aaron] You see me
out there today?
I'm telling you, Brady and I got that chemistry, bro.
-And the way I went up-- -[Welker] Rook!
My pads are still on the field.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry, man.
-I totally forgot. -Rookies get the pads.
They don't come in by themselves. Come on.
What? Are you serious? I'm--
Go. Now.
-Man, you heard him. -[soft chuckling]
Fine. Fine.
What's going on? What's going on?
[laughs] Hey, hey.
What's up, dawg?
You know how it is.
Rookies get pads.
Rules are rules, right?
[laughs]
You crazy, man. [laughs]
You know, Coach Meyer said I need to stay on you.
He said the second that I let you
out of my sight, you're trouble.
But, uh...
yeah, I'm not gonna do that.
I mean, that's not my job.
This a man's team.
Be a man.
-♪♪ This ain't gon' be easy ♪♪ -♪♪ Work ♪♪
♪♪ Uh ♪♪
♪♪ You got it? ♪♪
♪♪ Tables turnin' to a situation now ♪♪
♪♪ You standin' in my face and you been patiently waitin' ♪♪
♪♪ Fumblin' over words, forget the conversation... ♪♪
Bro, what are you doing later?
-[speaking indistinctly] -[Mayo] Hernandez!
You coming?
Man, go rescue that motherfucker.
Yeah, I got him.
-Come on, rook. -Yeah, I got to go.
I'll let you know.
♪♪ When we get it on, no turnin' back from this party... ♪♪
What was that about?
He wants me to fuck his girl.
Shit. Why you still standing here?
He want to watch.
[laughing]
Yeah, man, welcome to the pros.
Man, well, I don't know...
I don't know if I'm into that.
Oh, oh, you want him to fuck you?
So she could watch.
That's crazy.
No, man. No, no. Listen.
I'm just trying to stay out of trouble, like...
Coach already hates me as it is.
Ain't you, bro.
Two years, I said "good morning" every day
before he finally said something back.
[Mayo] You're like a new toy to him.
As soon as he figures out how to use you,
you'll be good.
But there is the "Patriot Way."
Fit the mold, or you won't make it here.
Just do your job and win.
All he means is...
don't go running on the field with your dick out.
[laughter]
♪♪ You gotta get it all the way in, I wanna see you work. ♪♪
Make sure Mom eats breakfast,
-and I'll see you tonight. -Okay.
Hey.
You lost?
Nah, I remember where you live.
-Hasn't been that long. -Mm.
You look good. Where you going?
[chuckles softly]
Work.
Work? Where's work?
The T-Mobile store off of Route 6.
Just till I get a few things paid off.
Hey. That's cool.
Yeah.
Just as cool as the NFL. [laughs]
[laughs] All right.
I thought you was gonna get drafted someplace else.
Well, I thought so, too, but, uh...
home team came calling first.
It's a good story, don't you think?
We'll see.
Hey, so, uh...
I got this party I'm going to. I thought you could come.
I feel like you can invite a lot of pretty girls to some party.
No. So, it's, like...
this grownup thing, and the owner's gonna be there,
and you're, like,
you know...
-Oh. Great. Yeah. -No, you know what I'm saying?
You're, like, you know, you're cool, and you're, like,
-smart and all that, and the team... -Mm-hmm.
...they expect me to be...
-You know? -You can't bring some floozy.
[laughs] Okay, yeah.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -[chuckles]
I mean, come on, we used to have fun, didn't we?
You know we did.
Come on, what do you say?
[classical music playing]
[engine revs]
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, damn.
Hey, what's up, mama?
[laughs]
Stop, stop.
You know, I took
Art Appreciation at UF, actually, so--
Yeah, I know what you appreciate about her.
-[laughs] -Those curtains.
And that...
is Carrara marble.
-Carr-- Man, I didn't know you knew about that shit. -Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, look.
It's Gisele.
-Oh. [chuckles] -Look. [chuckles]
[Shayanna sighs]
They look good.
-We look good. -[soft laugh]
-There he is. Hey. -Oh, hey.
-What's going on? -Welcome.
Uh, Shayanna, this is, uh, Mr. and Mrs. Kraft.
-Robert and Myra, please. -Mm-hmm.
-Nice to meet you. -[Kraft] Welcome, welcome.
Nice to meet you. Aaron...
was the steal of our draft this year.
-[laughs] -And get this. He's from New England.
Bristol.
Yeah, we got a factory down there.
Lot of people that work for us.
-Good, hardworking folk. -And how long have you two been...?
-High school. -Oh, we're not--
[gasps] Robert and I were high school sweethearts.
-Oh, yeah? -[Kraft] Yeah, yeah.
Hold on to her, Aaron,
because behind every great man
-is a better woman. -Hmm.
-Make yourselves at home, okay? -Hmm.
-[Aaron] Thank you. Good to see you. -Have fun.
Bye. Nice to meet you.
[Kraft] See you later.
-"Lots of hardworking folks." -Oh, come on.
-[chuckles] -[chuckles] What?
[Belichick] Psst.
85, hey.
Y-Yeah, I'm gonna let you handle this one.
Um, I'm gonna go count how many bathrooms they got.
[Aaron] All right.
Hey, what's up, Coach?
I've been watching you.
Sorry?
Can't figure out what you are.
Tight end or receiver?
[chuckles]
Uh... well, you drafted me as a tight end, Coach.
I know, I know. Sit down.
Well, Bavaro is a tight end,
Gronk is a tight end, but you're...
You're som... [clicks tongue]
You know the history of the spread formation?
Uh, no.
Started with a double wing at TCU in the '50s,
but came of age at Granada Hills High, 1970.
[scoffs]
They ran basketball on grass.
One-back spread, QB in the gun,
sometimes five wide.
It's become mostly a run-and-shoot,
but still... [clicks tongue] Mm.
It's a thing of beauty.
Done right, you can make every pass
look like a run and every run look like a pass.
The thing about the spread is, you can literally hide in it.
I can hide you in it.
Huh.
Defense won't know where the hell to find you.
Sounds pretty... [sighs]
Okay, that gives me an idea.
Who says a tight end just has to be...
[muttering] Ooh-hoo!
You're here with Aaron?
Uh, yes. [chuckles]
Congratulations. He's a prize.
-[laughs] -How'd you bag him?
Oh, I...
I known him forever, since we were kids.
Hmm. Good to get them early.
Travis and I met in eighth grade.
Oh, wow.
-Hey, there you are. -Hey.
Hi, Aaron.
Who's that?
My new friend. People like me.
Hey, um... you want to get out of here?
-Oh, my God. Yes. Please. -Yeah, okay. Let's go.
Let's go.
-[insects trilling] -[ship horn honks]
Mmm!
This is good, right?
Why do rich people eat small food?
-I don't know, I don't know. -[chuckles]
I think that sometimes they eat big food,
but maybe they just don't give it out
to everybody else.
[both chuckle]
Mm. Right.
Mm.
Thanks for coming tonight.
I made you look good enough?
[chuckles] Yeah, yeah.
-Hmm. -You were perfect.
Perfect.
I still...
...don't know how to be around the team.
Why can't you just be yourself?
They don't want that.
You know, they just want me to play ball.
What would your dad say
-about you being a New England Patriot? -[chuckles]
Do you think about him a lot?
♪♪ ♪♪
Mm.
But you don't like to talk about it?
Nah.
Well...
you can try.
With me.
I know.
What about your dad?
He got out of prison.
Disappeared, kind of. I don't know.
-Sorry. -Don't be.
[scoffs] Don't be.
I gave that man enough chances.
[groans] I want to get out of Bristol.
-Hmm. -Make my own way.
You know what I mean?
Maybe...
we could try that.
Together.
Yeah.
♪♪ ♪♪
[announcer] Welcome to a beautiful fall afternoon
in Foxborough.
Oh, look at this.
The Patriots are using two tight ends.
[crowd cheering]
Brady drops...
steps up in the pocket, fires.
Caught by the rookie, Aaron Hernandez, inside the 30.
He slashes to the right.
Oh, he's still on his feet.
-[indistinct shouting] -[grunts]
Finally dragged down at the 13-yard line.
A 45-yard gain for Aaron Hernandez.
-Let's go! -His first NFL catch.
[whoops]
Break!
♪♪ ♪♪
[announcer] Brady, over the middle, and it's caught!
-By Aaron Hernandez. -[cheering]
What a grab.
Hernandez splits the defenders,
and he's got it!
The kid is a weapon, and Belichick knows it.
Sideline...
Makes the catch.
Great job keeping his feet in.
That's his sixth catch of the day.
♪♪ ♪♪
-Hernandez into the secondary. -[grunting]
Look at that stiff arm. The power.
♪♪ ♪♪
Back in the end zone...
Caught!
-[crowd cheering] -Touchdown!
The youngest player in the league is a star in the making.
[team cheering]
[whoops]
85. What was that?
-Touchdown, baby. -No, after.
I was making it rain.
Making it rain. [scoffs]
You're welcome.
[groans]
Take a seat. Don't worry about him, man.
Keep making plays.
-Hey. -[chuckles softly]
[indistinct yelling nearby]
-Hey, yo, what's up? -What's up, man?
-How you all doing? -Hernandez!
Hey. Hey.
-Hey. -Aaron! Hey, Aaron.
-Can you sign my jersey? -Yeah, sure.
-Can you sign mine, too? -Yeah, yeah, of course.
-[laughing] Awesome. -Oh, my God.
-Thank you. -[Aaron] Yeah, no problem, guys.
-[laughing] That's cool. -Yes.
-Hey, Aaron. -Oh, Mr. Kaplan, what's up?
-How you doing, man? -I'm good.
High school needs a new weight room.
It's 50 grand all in, and we'll name it after you.
Hey, that sounds pretty cool. Sounds good.
-Aaron, Aaron. -What's up, Deej?
This is Noelle and Rochelle.
Hi.
I used to be his quarterback in high school.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give him a second to breathe,
-will you? -[sighs] This is crazy.
Yeah, I didn't think it would be a whole thing.
Look, I just said I wanted to throw a little party,
and word got around,
the whole neighborhood's come out.
God, you are the biggest thing to happen to this town
in a long time.
I mean, look it, your old man, he was the King of Bristol,
but it was nothing like this.
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
Oh, you got to be kidding me.
You get her the fuck out of here,
-or I will. -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on.
She has some nerve showing up here.
-[sighs] -Hey.
Ah, there's my baby.
-[laughs] -Ma, what are you doing?
I'm having a drink. What does it look like?
-[laughs] -Hey, don't... don't start shit.
I'm at a party for my son.
She's not gonna throw a party to celebrate my boy
and not invite me.
-Why don't you get your own fucking son?! -Hey, hey, hey.
-Okay. You got... you got to go home. -No.
I'm sick of being treated like I don't matter.
I can't even get tickets to the goddamn game.
-Do you know how embarrassing that is for me? -Yeah.
-Let's get you out of here. -Why don't you just let her be?
-Why don't you fuck off? -Just relax, man.
-Get your hands off me. -Hey, hey, hey. Okay, okay, okay.
Wait, wait, wait. Take it easy, man. Come on.
-Everybody take it easy. -Aaron. Look at me. Look at me.
Look around you.
You can't.
Everybody is watching you.
Let's go. Let's go.
[bottles rattling]
She's a fucking embarrassment.
[scoffs] Always been like that.
[Ortiz] Hey, Meathead's lucky you didn't fuck him up.
I should have, man. I don't need this shit.
I don't need this shit, man. I got enough shit to deal with.
[man] Man, you gonna play cards,
or keep complaining about your mama?
What'd you say?
Said I can't think over here with you...
rambling on and on.
-Who the fuck is this guy? -Hey, hey, hey.
-Let this one go. -Get your hands off me.
No, I don't need this shit.
I ought to beat your ass right now.
[Tanya] Aaron, sit down. Aaron, sit down.
-[Bo] Chill, chill, chill. -Hey, Sherrod.
It's all good, bro. Don't trip.
Yeah, you right, it's cool.
I got to roll, anyway. $600 for the weed.
[Bo] Yeah.
Get you boys next time.
Sherrod...
"The Shooter"?
-Yeah. -[Ortiz] Damn, bro.
What the fuck?
Yo.
Yo, Sherrod. Hey, listen. Um...
I wasn't trying to, like, show you up or nothing.
I just, uh...
It's-it's been a night.
No, it's cool.
I'm not looking for trouble unless you are.
-You looking for trouble? -Nah, man. Nah.
-Yeah, me, neither, fam. -Yeah.
-I heard a lot about you. -Oh, yeah?
Yeah, you, too. Congrats on going big-time.
That's a big-ass deal, especially coming
-from around here. -Thanks.
-Here. -[chuckles]
Call it a peace offering.
You ever need anything, holla at your boy.
-I will, thank you. -Yeah.
And bro...
...you want to fuck a brother up, just do it.
Ain't nobody in charge of you.
[photographer] Looking good.
[chuckles] All right, just a few more here, guys.
Good, good. Beautiful. Hey, Aaron, look mean.
You're in the NFL, baby.
Perfect. Let me see that game-day, tough-guy stare.
Yes. Yes. Uh, can we get makeup, please?
Oh, powder him up, get the lipstick on him.
[both laugh]
[photographer echoing] Beautiful, baby.
Just a few more, guys.
-You're late. -[Aaron] There was a photo shoot
that ran late, and then I had to--
Yeah, that sounds like fun. You see this?
Today's Globe.
"'I'm not worried about them.
They should be worried about me,' Hernandez said..."
[scoffs] "...with a smile."
We don't hand out quotes
that they can put on a fucking bulletin board.
You got that?
Don't ever give the other team
anything that they can use against us.
I was... I-I was just
-being me, Coach. -Don't be.
That shit's getting real old.
[door opens]
[door closes]
♪♪ ♪♪
[horns honk in distance]
[door buzzes]
-Hey. -[Sherrod] Yo, yo.
Come on in. Give me a sec.
Yeah.
-Excuse the mess, my man. -Nah.
[sniffles]
Damn, man, you rolling in it.
Sh... It ain't no NFL bread, but I do all right for myself.
Nah, man, it's a rookie contract.
People think 'cause I'm in the League
that means I'm rolling in it, but it ain't like that.
You ever need some extra cash flow,
just float me, like, 10K.
I'll make that shit make babies quick.
Oh, word? Shit.
All right, I'll think about it.
This motherfucker.
What's up? You all right?
Yeah.
Yeah. Come on, let me get you set.
-Have a seat. -All right.
-One zip or two? -Uh, two.
[Sherrod] Sounds like they running you hard.
Well, playing ball's the easy part.
It's all the other stuff.
-[Sherrod] What other stuff? -[safe beeping]
[Aaron] Man...
it's like they want to own you.
You know, even on the road,
they got bed checks for grown-ass men.
Mm, that's sounding like C-block.
-C-block? -Yeah, man.
Go where they tell you, do what they say.
Up with the sun, into the yard, then the shop.
With your little bits of freedom you do get,
they keep you down by threatening to take it all away.
That's how they control you.
Yeah, you right.
You right.
I mean, you know, 'cause I'm pro, you'd think,
"Oh, you can do whatever you want," but, like...
man, I got no power.
Nah.
Ain't no difference between the warden
and the owner of that team.
White dudes overseeing a whole bunch of Black folk.
You get in a fight, they throw you in the hole.
They don't like you, they snap they fingers
and take everything away.
You only think you free.
I'm-a roll out with you. Hold up.
Dang, where you going with that?
Ain't nothing in life free. Niggas got to pay what they owe.
Well, shit, you want me to come with you?
[laughs] Nah, NFL. You don't need that shit.
No, but you do
need to start putting your foot down.
That team don't own you,
and it's up to you to let them know that.
-[whistle blows] -[Brady] All right, let's go.
Empty alert to 34 seal.
-On one, on one, ready? -[all clap]
Aaron.
Motion.
Green 18. Green 18, set.
Put in a new package of plays with 85 in the backfield.
-[chuckles] Hernandez? At running back? -Do it.
-Trust me. -[chuckles]
-[whistle blows] -[men grunting]
-[audience cheering] -[whistle blows]
[coach over headset] All right, 12, we're going king's-winger-F-fly,
32 boulder.
All right, here we go.
King's-winger-F-fly, 32 boulder.
-On one, on one. Ready? -[all clap]
-[Gronkowski] You at running back? -Guess so.
[announcer] Patriots line up at the 35 on third and six.
[indistinct yelling]
[announcer] They've got Hernandez
lined up in the backfield.
[Brady] Green 18.
Green 18, set!
[announcer] The handoff to Hernandez.
Spins out of a tackle,
but he's buried at the line of scrimmage
-and thrown down for a loss. -[groaning]
Ugh, nah, no. The guard's never climbed on that combo.
All right, kick it.
[indistinct chatter]
[player whoops]
♪♪ ♪♪
[phone chimes]
[laughs]
No fucking way.
No.
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey. Hey, hey. -[laughs]
What's up? Oh, you didn't tell me
-you were in town. -I'm in town to see my folks,
-figured I'd come see you play. -You were at the game? Bro,
-you should have told me. I would have got you tickets. -No, no, no.
I didn't want to bother you. I didn't want to bother you.
-You're good. Don't worry about it. -Man. Literally, any time.
-I'll hook you up. -[man] Hey, Aaron.
[barking]
We're Georgia fans.
-[laughs] -Oh, hey. Hey.
-A lot of dawgs in the house. -You mind if we get a picture?
-Come on, baby. You're a legend. -[Aaron] Hey, all right.
-[laughs] -[phone camera shutter clicks]
-Thank you, man. -Yeah, man. Yeah, of course.
-Oh, what? -[laughter]
-You want to go find a seat in the back? -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Chris laughs] You're so famous now.
[laughs] It's crazy.
It's crazy, you know? Kinda got to be careful of, like...
Everybody coming up on you.
-Man, it's good to see you, dawg. -[chuckles]
You, too. It's been too long.
-Yeah, you still working for Murph? -For now.
Uh, my girl's got an interview in Seattle,
so we're thinking about heading up there.
-Your girl? -Yeah. Sasha.
Ah. I got a girl, too.
I know. I've seen photos of you two everywhere.
She's beautiful.
Oh, you've been keeping track of me?
Think you know the answer to that.
Uh, we should get a drink.
Right? Maybe shots?
What's she like?
-Oh, Shayanna? -Mm-hmm.
Uh, yeah, she's cool. You know, she's, uh--
-She just moved in with me, you know. -Mm-hmm.
Do you love her?
[Lisa] I open the car door, this motherfucker was hiding
a whole-ass phone behind the steering wheel,
like a damn drug dealer.
All over some side pussy.
-[laughter] -No.
-Uh-uh. -That is why you got to get a ring on that finger.
It's not their fault that women throw themselves at them.
-Don't listen to them. -[Lisa] Just honest.
We chose big dicks and big houses.
For that, I just got to check his ass every now and then.
Only rule I live by?
Sex whenever he wants.
-[Kim] Yes. -[Becks] Hear, hear. -Mm-hmm.
-You say "no," someone else is saying "yes." -Ooh.
Mm-mm. Mm-mm.
Aaron and I don't have that problem.
We're good.
-Oh, really? -Yeah.
'Cause you know what he is? He is hot.
[laughs]
Probably got groupies under the bed, child.
[laughs] No...
No, no groupies under the bed,
no side pieces.
Aaron's not like that.
My man is different.
[Lisa] Mmm.
[buzzing]
Shay?
Shay, hey.
I'm so sorry. I passed out
at Sherrod's last night.
Okay.
I'm serious. For real. You can call him.
I'm not gonna call him, Aaron.
If you are gonna mess
with other girls, then just tell me the truth,
because it is better than people talking behind my back.
No. There is no other women.
None.
None, I swear.
I'm serious. I swear.
Shay, what are you-- Come on.
[zipper zips]
Nobody.
Yeah.
Shay, come on.
[door opens]
[door slams]
[sighs]
[Aaron panting]
[players grunting, shouting]
White 80!
White 80, set!
[shouting]
[blows whistle] Again.
[whistle blows]
[players shouting]
[Aaron panting]
White 80! And hut!
[shouting]
It's like the D knows where I'm going!
-They do. I told them. -What the fuck?
You're not trying hard enough, Aaron.
I need you to drive through the line.
I'm getting my fucking head beat in here.
I'm not a fucking running back.
I'll tell you what you are. Get a drink.
And then we're gonna do it again.
And then we're gonna do it again and again
and again and again.
Aaron, you have a phone call. It's urgent.
[indistinct P.A. announcement]
Hernandez?
What the fuck happened?
-Nothing. It was an accident. -DJ, what happened?
Jeff came at her with a kitchen knife.
-That's not what happened. -Let me see.
It's just a nick.
I said I want to see it. Now.
Fine.
[Terri scoffs]
That motherfucker. Where is he?
-I'm gonna fucking kill him. -Aaron, wait.
That motherfucker deserves it! You see that?
You can't go over there and kick his ass.
It's not worth it.
All right? Look at her, she's fine.
Okay? It's her life.
Let it be.
DJ...
[sniffles, sighs]
I'm so glad you're here.
[door closes]
It's been so long since we've been alone together.
Lucky you live so close.
Yeah, right.
How's Shayanna?
She's fine.
Don't marry her, Aaron.
For fuck's sake, Ma.
I didn't know who I was when I got married.
Why you got to say shit like that?
Because you're 21 years old.
I know everyone sees a football star,
a grown man, but you're just a baby.
You don't know who you are.
I know who I am.
You don't know anything.
Man, I know who I am.
I know who I am. I'm a fucking pussy.
Letting that piece of shit walk away.
My dad would roll over in his grave, yo.
Want me to take care of him?
What'd you mean?
That's him.
[door closes]
Stay here.
Nah, wait.
Let me do it.
A'ight.
I got your back.
Aaron?
[grunting]
[yelling]
Shut the fuck up.
-Take it like a man. -[groaning]
No. No. No, no. [panting]
-No. -Easy.
[panting loudly]
No. [coughing]
[grunts]
You touch her again,
I'll fucking kill you.
There he is.
[announcer] Patriots are on the move.
First and ten at midfield.
And watch out,
they've got Hernandez
-lined up in the backfield. -[Brady] 251 Linda,
120!
We've seen this play before,
-and it hasn't worked yet. -120, set!
♪♪ ♪♪
[crowd cheers]
[announcer] Hernandez bursting through the line.
He's deep into Bronco's territory.
Hit hard. And he's down on the turf.
[muffled shouting]
[high-pitched ringing]
[heart beating]
[muffled, echoing] Come on. Get up.
Aaron, yo.
Come on. Let's go.
[teammates echoing] Yeah!
[muffled, echoing chatter]
[high-pitched ringing]
[indistinct, muffled chatter]
[crowd cheering]
[announcer] And he looks to be okay
after a huge run.
-A 43-yard gain. -Hey.
What'd I tell you, huh?
You did it. I told you.
Nice ball.
[muffled, distorted dialogue]
[Tanya] Hey, there's our boy.
-Hey, hey. -Incredible, bro.
-Hey, T. -You were great out there.
-Oh, thank you, thank you. -Big win. Proud of you.
Hey, what's up, bro?
[Sherrod] Hi.
-You the man, boy. -Oh, man, whatever.
And thanks for the tickets, man.
Hey, anything for you, bro.
Anything for you, for real. Yeah.
[Shayanna] Aaron.
Hey.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
-That hit was hard, Aaron. -Oh, yeah.
It's all right, it's no big deal.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
It was a good win, though, right?
Yeah, yeah, it was a great win.
I'll see you at home?
Yeah. All right.
[sports radio chatters indistinctly]
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[radio continues playing]
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