Whistle

-Time-out! Time-out! Ref! Ref! Time-out!

Dean!

-All right, look alive. Hustle up.

All right, all right. You have 44 seconds remaining.

That's it. That's all you got.

So forget the cheering, the crowd, the recruiters.

None of that exists.

Dean, find the ball and find Horse.

-You got it, boss. -Horse,

find the basket. -Mm-hmm.

-All right, let's go. Steel Wolves, howl.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

One. Two. Three! -One. Two. Three!

Move, move!

-Yo, yo! Get it to Mason! -Ball, ball, ball!

-Horse is open! -Yeah, yeah.

Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!

Horse! -

-Yeah, let's go. -Yeah!

-Let's go, baby. -Whoo-hoo!

Yeah! You got this, Mason!

-Whoo! -Yeah!

You got this, Mason!

Mason...

Horse!

Go! Go! Go!

I see him. Aah!

Here, here! Horse!

-Shoot! Shoot! Take your shot!

Yes! Yes!

Move it!

Mason...

-Yes! -Yeah!

Yes! Yeah!

[ Players chanting "Steel Wolves!" ]

Hey, where the hell is Horse?

- Steel Wolves! - Steel Wolves!

Mason...

Mason...

-Please. Please, please! Not yet!

Okay?

Look! Look!

Look!

See? See? It's gone!

All right?

Leave me alone!

[ Door slams open, players cheering ]

-There he is! The clutch king!

-Horse, you the man! Yeah, yeah!

Yeah!

-Let's go! Let's go! Let's go, man!

-We thought we lost you out there.

That was a beautiful shot.

You know that? -Yeah.

Horse!

-Come on, man! You've been in there forever!

-You sure you're alone in there, pal?

What's going on? -Yeah.

It's just me and your mo--

-Aaahhh! -

Horse! No!

Quick, quick! Somebody help!

Somebody help!

Horse!

[ High-pitching whistle blowing ]

[ Divinyls' "Back to the Wall" plays ]

Rise and shine!

-Jesus, Rel! -Whoa!

What's the point of knocking

if you're just gonna come in anyways?

-Good to see you settled in, cuz.

You know, like, making the space your own.

I mean, seriously, Chrys,

if you need any help unpacking the rest...

I've been a lean, mean drilling machine ever

since I started working weekends at the steel mill,

so I'm always happy to help out.

Oh, vinyls! Nice.

Last time I saw you, it was chart music.

We were 11 years old, Rel.

-When did you get into all this geriatric stuff?

It doesn't get old...

good music. -Oh!

-It's only bad music that ages.

-Well, let me know when you want your pipe

and slippers by the fire.

You know, your false teeth by the bedside.

Oh! Oh.

Smelly socks. Smelly socks.

Anyway, we don't want to be late on your first day.

New school, new start.

All that...good stuff.

Okay, I'll go bring the car around.

[ Olivia Rodrigo's "Balled of a Homeschooled Girl" plays ]

All right. Let's go.

We've gotta hustle if we don't want to be late.

Oh, shit.

I almost forgot "The Revenger."

It might be a little different

to your last school back in Chicago,

but, uh...

welcome to Pellington High!

Uh, look, Chrys, I know you're my cousin and everything,

but please don't feel like you have to hang out with me

or my fellow nerds.

And...there's Grace. She...

She hangs out with the populars now.

-I'm not looking for a crowd, Rel.

-Okay. -You're in my locker.

Move. -Hm! All right. Hm!

-Why does it say "Horse"? -Huh?

Oh, it's the nickname for, uh, Mason Raymore.

He's a kid who died --

Ooh!

You can't use this.

They assigned me this locker.

-This school's got no respect for the dead, bro.

-Pellington's been around a long time, guys.

All of these lockers belong to dead people.

-Hey, Grace, your hair looks really nice today.

Thanks, Rel.

Hey, who's your, uh...friend?

Who? Oh.

Oh, uh, no.

Um, this is my cousin.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're the new girl?