Spin the Bottle

Here, Carter. I got you another.

Thanks, sugar.

I was just admiring your family portraits.

I, uh,

thought it was just gonna you coming over.

This place is so weird. Oh, my God.

Check this out. Well...

Now with the parents away, you need a whole gang to play.

Ain't that right?

Speaking of play, Lorelai, honey,

I have a great game for us to play.

A game could be fun... ...I guess.

Yes, we just need the darkest,

coziest little space to cram into together.

Let's go to your cellar.

Our cellar? Yeah, your cellar!

No, no, that's--

I think it's over here.

No, no.

It's not a cellar, it's a chapel.

We can't. Oh, even better.

No, we're not allowed.

Come on, Lorelai.

Don't you want to have some fun with us?

With Carter?

I'm not allowed, none of us are.

Come on Lorelai. It'll be so fun.

Nice. Let's do this.

Oh, my God.

Holy shit.

Guys, I am getting creeped out.

- Gross. - We hit the jackpot.

What the hell is this?

"Only with the Serpent tamed... will Darkness be held at bay."

What does that even mean?

Oh, my God.

I don't think that's who these folks are praying to.

This ain't right. We need to leave, now.

We should have never come down here.

We shouldn't be down here.

We got to go upstairs. My father would kill me.

No! No, don't go in there!

Carleen! Carleen, don't.

Carleen, please don't.

No, no, no, Carleen.

It's perfect.

No. Put that back.

That's Daddy's most sacred. He'll kill me.

Do not touch it.

Lorelai, I'm here.

Everything's going to be okay.

Come on, guys. Let's play.

Okay? Okay.

Oh, my God, let's sit here.

You'll be fine, trust me.

Yeah, around the pentagram.

Lorelai, are you in there?

All right.

Phyllis, you're up.

- Go for it. - Yeah, go for it.

Lorelai Randell!

Hello, Lorelai? Are you home?

It's hot.

- Come here, lover boy. - All right.

Okay.

Wow.

Oh, my God.

Whoa! What is that?

Let's get out of here. Right now.

No! No, stop!

Lorelai! Lorelai!

Lorelai!

So keep going about eight miles

past Jennings on Route 93.

It's not going to be on GPS, but there's like, a little signpost

where you turn onto Wagon Road, okay?

You take that a half mile into the house. Okay.

Cole, you don't have to do this.

Honey, you can go back to Atlanta,

finish high school there.

We can figure this out. Mom.

Mom, I've already thought all this through.

There's nothing left for us in Atlanta to go back to.

That property in Jennings

is our only asset, it's all we have.

How do you know the lights even work?

Because I called the gas and power company.

Trust me, it's going to be fine, mom.

What about school?

Mrs. Nichols?

Sorry, just... I need another minute.

We already went over all this, remember?

I sent my transcripts to Oak Ridge High...

and I'll only be three hours away,

so whenever you're ready to leave this place...

Yeah. In two weeks.

Two weeks, honey, I just need to get some rest.

You know, I just-- I need to get my head on straight

after everything that happened.

You take as long as you need, mom.

I got us covered.

We're going to fix this place up...

Mm-hmm. ...make it look good.

We get a fresh start. Anywhere we want.

You don't have to be so grown up, you know.

Cole, I'm so sorry that we're in this mess.

I mean...

The loss of your father, the way that he went...

it destroyed the life that I had so carefully

built for you. Mom. Come here.

- That I wanted for you. - It's okay. It's okay.

Are you ready to go see your room now, Mrs. Nichols?

Your son takes real good care of his mama, I can tell.

He's so sweet.

There's something that I haven't told you.

I need you to understand

how bad my childhood was at that house.

It's been 30 years.

It's just a pile of wood and dust.

We need this.

Fine.

Just don't go down into that cellar.

It should still be locked.

You wait until I get down there to clean it out.

I will come and I will clean it out.

Okay, I promise.

If anyone asks...

you have no connection to the Randells.

You ever going to tell me why?

Just-- It's ancient history.

Come here.

I love you. I love you.

Call me as soon as you get down there, okay?

Okay.

Hmm.

Sweet.

Jesus, Mom you weren't kidding.

Huh?

What the hell?

Yeah. I'm not going to be hanging in this room.

Hey, guess where I am.

Why haven't you called?

Because I was making sure the place is even livable.

Okay, I'm sorry, I was worried.

I just... I was waiting for your call.

So, how is it down there?

I know you said this place would be weird...

but it's really weird.

That's one way to put it.

I couldn't wait to get out of there as fast as I could.

Football tryouts are today. I think I'm going to go.

Hey, that's great.

I'm so proud of you.

I know that it may not seem like it now,

but, um... I'm gonna do everything that I can

to give you a normal life.

Thanks, mom.

Soak up the lights, boys!

This here is the closest

you wannabes are going to get to play on my field!

So please, enjoy yourselves!

Go, go, go.

You guys still suck.

Hey, there. Hi.

You are? Uh, Cole Nichols.

I'm... here to sign up. I'm new. That's... pretty obvious.

Mila. Mila. Fresh meat.

He's mine.

Now that is some raw new talent.

You might just have some competition.

I'm Kasey, team manager. Welcome to Oak Ridge.

Hope you manage to make our elite squad.

Uh, I talked to Coach... Schomes?

- Is it Schomes? On the phone? - Nichols. That you?

Yes, sir.

So you ran the spread at Gwinnett?

Went eight and two, 106.5 QB rating?

That's right.

You, son, are sticking by me. Come on.

All right. Second one, you're gonna hit him in the post lance.

Okay. Stay in the Z. Coming over the top for a second one.

Great. What's the scrub's name, Coach?

Cole Nichols.

Good chance this is your new backup, Westin.

My QB2? Her? No fricking way.

See what I see Trav?

Yes, he looks like a goddamn barista.

Yeah. Don't mind him.

All the winds have gone to his head and his gut.

All right, go out there. Show us a couple of plays.

Yes, sir. First team, let's go.

Everyone out.

Let's see what you got, barista boy!

All right, let's give those entitled sons of bitches

on the sideline reason to worry, all right?

Forty-Six Waggle Right on One.

- Ready? - Okay.

Hey!

Yeah.

Let's go! Hey!