Dare Me

Previously on "Dare Me"...

Colette French?

Some fancy new coach from across the state

thinks she can come and run my squad?

What do I see? Spray tans.

Gummy bear thighs. Backyard tumblers.

I don't see a squad. And I do not see my top girl.

- I'm the captain. - We're not doing captains anymore.

- No, I'm captain. This is my squad. - Wrong.

You're not like the others.

You know that, don't you?

- He's back. - Sarge Will.

Wonder what he did all summer.

What the hell, B?

Beth, put the fucking gun down!

Beth, come on.

Just you and me, like the old days.

Beth!

Do you know what desire is?

Mutually assured destruction.

Coach told me that once.

You know each other's secrets.

You've laid yourself bare.

You both have everything to lose.

Hurry up.

It's time.

You all look rode hard and put up wet,

like maybe you were up to no good last night.

Okay, stop.

Go home. Sleep it off.

You two, my office.

What you saw last night was a mistake.

It's not gonna happen again.

So, I would appreciate it if you could keep it to yourselves.

I don't interfere in your personal lives, and...

I hope I can expect the same from you.

The squad needs to have each other's back.

Are we good?

Sure, Coach. We good.

Squad deep.

I mean, even if we did want to tell...

Which we don't.

Look at you...

Wife,

mother,

star coach.

Who would ever believe anything so lurid,

especially from a pair of teenage girls?

I mean, not even teenage girls believe teenage girls.

That's not what this is about.

- We know. - We do.

It's about the squad, just like you say.

Support your girl.

Stay tight. Legs together.

Lock your knees.

Don't worry, Coach. We got your back.

"We got your back, Coach."

Boy, one eyeful of her rosy tits,

and it's like you're hypnotized.

I was right, you know.

Right...?

She is a liar...

and a cheater, and an appallingly bad one.

And since when are you the morality police?

You were firing off rounds last night like Tony Montana.

It was hot.

People are already talking.

They better be.

Not everything is a game.

But it could be.

We play our cards right, we may never have

to do another bleacher sprint.

Yeah, or make it to regionals.

Seriously, you care that much about her personal life?

I care about a lot of things.

Yeah, till you don't anymore...

till you get bored.

There's nothing boring about lusty Coach's warped fetish

for the wounded warrior.

It's just a shame that we don't have it in living color.

Beth...

last night, you didn't.

How could I?

You knocked my phone out of my hand

like it was a goddamn grenade.

And you know the rules... Pics, or it didn't happen.

Good.

Then it didn't happen.

If you say so.

I'm handling it. It's fine.

They're my girls.

I don't know. You didn't see what I saw at the party.

They're wild. All girls that age are wild.

They don't know anything yet. It's easy.

But you weren't like that. You were, um, so serious.

You used to come into the Esso

and get your bike tires filled.

You, uh... you had old eyes.

Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Well, your eyes are younger now.

I should have never taken you up there.

Yeah, well, I shouldn't have gone.

So this is that kind of talk, huh?

Cool it before anybody gets hurt,

straighten up and fly right?

I have a lot of eyes on me,

a lot of people watching, all these expectations.

I can't take any more chances right now.

Chest up. Eyes up.

- Everything tight. - That's how it's done.

It is.

And now we will do it again...

with Tacy.

You heard me. Elevator her up.

Why?

If Beth's the better top girl, aren't we just wasting time?

Listen up, all of you.

Getting to regionals isn't about one girl.

It's about one squad, regardless of who's on top.

Coach is right.

You remember what she said.

Top girl is a girl that can control herself.

And last Friday night, I didn't see a lot of self-control.

Self-control's just the beginning.

What I need to see is hard work,

sacrifice, trust.

If we can't count on each other,

we fail.

If we can't trust, we lose.

Now let's go.

Hey.

Hey.

You survived.

Uh, yeah.

Booster moms, with J. J. Curtis leading the assault.

Bert swore if I had just one drink with them...

Can you get PTSD from happy hour?

Well, having survived a J. J. ambush...

Mm.

I never really thanked you.

I didn't buy them to be thanked.

I know why you bought them.

And now I want the present that comes after the present.

Best control your little friend, unless you want me to.

Oh, man. Look who's back.

Sarge Stud's never been here two weeks in a row before.

He must love us.

- Cold. - At ease, boys.

After everything we shared Friday night.

Okay, everybody. Huddle up.

Tight, clean, perfect.

This is Jeff East, my last squad,

the bid video that got them into regionals

and then all the way to states.

Where they came in fifth.

They wanted it. They worked for it.

It happened.

And it could be you...

now that you've been invited to submit.

What?

That's why for the next two weeks,

everything that we do in practice is about our video.

Forget football games. Forget sideline cheer.

The video is the only thing that matters.

Okay, let's get started on that tumbling.

Hanlon, a word.

Not much of a team player, is she?

She wants this. She wants to win.

She wants those state rings.

As much as you do?

She'll do what's right for the squad.

I'll...

talk to her again.

It's not how it looks, Addy. Me and him, it's...

It's not like that.

Like, I don't want to be seen with you

if you're, like, all bloaty here.

- Thirsty. - Look at how big they are.

And it's only been, like, two weeks,

so I can't wait to see what they're like three weeks...

Fetus, keep this flyswatter in check.

Bitch.

You know, when we make it to regionals,

it'll be you up there.

Regionals, regionals, regionals.

You know what you should be worried about?

That video.

Of course I'm worried about the video.

Everyone wants it to be good.

Sorry, I meant the other video,

the one we almost got Friday night...

You know, Coach lap-banging Soldier Boy.

Beth.

Which sadly doesn't exist.

Like I said... Pics, or it didn't happen.

Beth, stop fucking with me.

You don't have that video, right?

Coach is right. Trust is vital.

You know, I remember a time way back when

when my best girl never doubted me.