All American

Previously on "All American"...

Everybody loves a good comeback story.

Crenshaw's being converted into a magnet school.

Ain't no way we're letting our school

get stripped away from us piece by piece.

I'm afraid it's too late.

When will people learn that you can't

keep taking resources out of the neighborhood

and expect the hood to stay standing?

- Hey, what is that? - It's the resource.

I'm bring back the resource I took away.

As of this fall, I'll be reenrolling

as a student at South Crenshaw High.

Now they're holding off on converting the school for another year.

- What's the plan? - Win the state championship next year.

- With the right coach. - You're serious?

Come coach for me.

You know Simone Hicks is pregnant with your kid.

The kid's not mine.

Did you really think that I would let someone

murder my baby brother,

and I wouldn't come back to town?

Leslie, I really need you to call me back.

Everyone's gone, and I just feel like everything's falling apart.

- I thought I was alone. - You always got me.

Spencer! No!

Your shoulder's completely healed.

You're back to your old self, Spencer James.

If there was any residual nerve damage,

we'd know by now, none of which you have.

Hey, yo, Spencer, remind me again why we're on a bus.

'Cause I know one of your Beverly peeps

must have offered you a ride or something.

I don't know, man.

Coming back home to Crenshaw after being in Beverly,

city just hits different.

I like sitting here,

getting to slowly enjoy it again, you know.

Dog, I'm hot and I'm tired.

OK, whatever nostalgic kool-aid you sippin' on,

I don't want no part of that.

I'm just trying to get to Beverly before next year.

Whatever, man.

We home.

No, I'm serious, man.

He went straight home butt naked.

All he got was grounded?

If I threw a party at my neighbor's crib

while they were gone and got busted,

smashed some chick on their lawn,

my senior year would be in a coffin.

Yo, we're finally seniors, man.

Hell, yeah, we are. It's about damn time.

Sucks you're not gonna be with us, Spence.

Yeah, now we're stuck with his ugly ass on our field.

Man, shut up.

Y'all gonna see plenty of me, all right? Ain't nothing gonna change.

Except for the color of your Jersey.

And winning the state title this year.

Ooh, OK. We'll see.

Hey, hey, tomorrow night, my half birthday.

All right, one last celebration to hang out

before we officially become rivals again.

You know a half birthday ain't a thing, right?

I'm pretty sure I just made it one.

Yes, you did.

Yo, how you not even a student here anymore,

but you got us out here doing manual labor?

'Cause it's a dope idea, and it's important to Liv.

All right? Think that's it.

We're done.

I'm proud of you.

It's not bad for your first move as president

of the black student caucus.

Well, it's senior year.

It's time to make a statement.

I'm surprised you're here.

I've barely seen you all summer.

- Whatever, man. - It's cool. I get it.

I know you're all booed up now.

So I guess that road trip to Coop's Vegas show

was just in my imagination.

I'm surprised you remember the rest of us was there.

You and Simone was all, black love forever.

Hail Mary, blah blah blah.

- I'm happy, man. - You look it.

And I'm happy for you, man, for real.

Besides, I'm not the one who went all incog-negro

these past few weeks since the road trip.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. All good.

My ma just got me busy around the house, you know.

- Oh, God. - You all right, man?

Heh. Simone. Um...

Uh, she's having the baby.

What?

She's having a baby. I got to...

Go to the hospital? Go, go.

I'm gonna go... I'm gonna go to the hospital.

I guess it's a good thing Jordan told me about today.

Yeah. I guess we've both been busy.

Have we?

Wait, where'd Jordan go?

He's either on his way to meet Simone at the hospital

or he passed out halfway there from excitement.

Oh, my God, she's having the baby.

She's having a baby.

So... how... how have you been?

Is your arm still...?

I didn't have no more relapses all summer.

Not since the jamboree.

So, yeah, I'm all good.

Except for the fact that you've been avoiding me

these last couple of weeks.

I must have missed the part

where you came looking for me.

Heh. Touché.

I was just trying to give you space.

I should finish cleaning up.

Liv.

Giving each other space.

It's the right call.

Oh, what?

Hey, raise your damn paintbrushes for my boy.

Asher Adams in the hizzouz.

JJ, man, I missed you.

I thought he wasn't back from him mom's cruise till tomorrow.

Me, too.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Yo, man, you still here?

I thought you and coach Baker had that press interview thing.

Damn, you're right.

- I appreciate you. - I got you.

Everything looks good.

How are you feeling?

I'm fine. Thank you.

Sweetie.

Sorry it took me so long to get here.

Are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

Why are you all alone? Where's your mother?

Is the baby...

The baby's fine, Mr. Hicks.

Your daughter had a precipitous labor.

Which is just a fancy way of saying

everything happened super quick.

That's my girl. Always the overachiever.

Where is the little guy?

Um, he's with his new family.

Mom did the handoff.

And they just left, actually.

OK. Um, was he OK? Was he healthy?

Yep.

- Simone... - Dad, what?

Look, that's all I know.

I mean, I figured it'd be too hard

if I actually held him or anything.

So once I confirmed with the doc he was healthy,

I just let mom take care of everything.

All right.

Um, well, you know, Jordan's pacing a hole in the floor out there.

Why don't I get him for you, give you two some time alone?

Um, I'm actually... I'm kind of tired,

so can you just tell him I'll text him later?

Text him? Simone...

Dad, please.

Just tell him. OK?

- The prodigal son returns. - Yeah.

- Single, too. - Oh, boy.

Feels like you're the one I should be doing the story on.

Ha ha ha. Maybe... maybe next time. Here he is.

Hey. My bad. Them buses took a minute.

What's good, Coach?

Not the bus.

Come on.

The Spencer James hasn't at least upgraded to an UBER or something?

He likes to ride the bus,

forces him to slow down.

He can take everything all in.

Spencer James, Renata Booth.

She's the sports editor for the "L.A. Tribune."

- Big fan. - Thank you. That means a lot.

Yeah. This will be pretty painless.

Just want to cover your heroic comeback,

what's in store for South Crenshaw football.

You know, stuff like that.

OK, well, I'll leave y'all to it.

Renata, make us look good.

- I'll catch you later, Spence. - Yes, Sir.

Shall we?

Yeah. Ahem.

So, why'd you abandon Beverly?

I thought we were focusing on South Crenshaw High?

We will. But I'd be a horrible reporter

if I didn't get context.

OK. Well, I ain't abandon nobody.

It was just time to come home.

My family, my community, they needed me.

And how do your former Eagle teammates feel about being left behind?