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Announcer: There's 8 minutes left in the fourth quarter,

and this has been quite the game, folks.

For those who are just tuning in,

GAU's head Coach Kenny Boone is out today

due to a family emergency.

Stepping in for him is their O.C. And GAU alum

Coach Terence "Mac" McClelland.

Somebody needs to step up and make a play for Coach Mac

because Griffin U. Is putting up quite the fight.

Announcer: Touchdown, and just like that,

GAU's star wide receiver Spencer James

has helped his team take the lead 34-30.

If anyone was wondering

where this kid belongs come draft day...

Layla: How's the book coming, Liv?

Plugging away one day at a time.

How's everything with the lounge,

or are we going for a full rebrand

as Layla's fight club?

That's not funny.

You'd think everyone would be over

the brawl at Spencer's birthday by now,

but every time I clear a bad review

or video, another one pops up.

It's, like, social media is so exhausting.

Are you seriously adding views

to the video I'm trying to wipe?

My bad, all right?

I just--i find something new every time I watch it.

Like, look, there is literally a tear

coming out of this grown man's eye.

For real? No. Guys, guys, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, can we promise to never

watch this again, please?

Coop: Ok. Fine.

Thank you. Promise.

Where is Patience, anyway?

Feel like she's been, well, kind of distant

since everything.

More like distant from me.

I mean, she made a move, and I shut it down.

It just didn't feel right after how much

she had been drinking that night,

but she took it wrong.

Well, as someone with a history

of making bad choices with alcohol,

you did the right thing, Coop.

I hope so.

Yo, wait. Did Spencer just score?

I thought he said he wasn't getting much action today.

Wait. That's what he told me, too.

Oh, so Jordan's been playing the whole game,

but now we unmute it.

Ok. No. It's fine.

Ok. Everyone ready?

Hey, hey, hey, give me the ball, all right?

I'm gonna get this first down to ice this game.

Announcer: It's 3 minutes left in the fourth quarter.

We'll see what these Condors have up their sleeve

on third down.

Down, set, red 70.

Red 70, set.

Ahh...

Punt team.

Aye, bro, what are you doing, man?

I told you I had it.

You should've thrown me the ball.

Are you serious right now?

Yo, I had 3 dudes in my face

the moment I snapped the ball.

I could barely get to my checkdown.

Whatever. Coach, you got to put the ball in my hands.

I've been cooking this whole second half, man.

Right now, I got to focus on the game,

and we need a stop, ok?

Come on!

Announcer: Touchdown, Griffin.

They have officially taken the lead 37-34.

Mac: All right, trips right, 42 screen.

Jordan, pump-fake to the slot and then swing it to Webber.

Screen pass?

It's the best way to neutralise their blitzes.

Ok. Then throw the screen to me.

Or we could trust the analytics,

pass to Webber like he said.

No one's expecting that.

As long as you block your man, we'll be good.

Block? Coach, I am trying--

one more word, just one more word,

and you'll be standing here on the sidelines with me.

All right, gentlemen.

This is just assignment football.

As long as you do your job, we'll get this first down.

Once we do, we'll have enough time to score

and put this one away, all right?

All right. All right.

On 3, let's go, let's go.

"Condors" on 3. "Condors" on me. 1, 2, 3.

All: Condors!

Wide 60.

Wide 56.

Announcer: Oh, no.

It looks like GAU just gave up a costly fumble.

Oh, a helmet-to-helmet hit by Spencer James.

They're more than likely going to eject him for targeting.

It's not looking good for these Condors.

No. Yo, now come on, man.

Y'all ejecting me for real?

Off the field, Spencer.

Should've thrown me the ball, bro.

Maybe you should've blocked your man.

What happened to using your QB instincts?

What happened to calling an audible?

What's up?

Oh, you just listen to what he says, huh?

Oh, Spencer, chill. Chill!

Don't tell me to chill, bro.

You just gave them the damn game.

Since when do Jordan and Spencer

beef on the field like that?

Things have been a little tense

since Coach Mac showed up.

Yeah, and Spencer falling out of the Heisman race

hasn't helped, either.

Think us unmuting the game jinxed them?

Coach, look.

I'm sorry I got ejected, but--

look. Just stop.

You put yourself before the team,

and that's why we lost.

Hold up. You're saying this is on me?

You're the one who blocked the wrong guy

and caused that fumble.

Yes, but I would've gotten the first down,

and you know it.

This isn't about that, Spencer.

It's about you not being a team player.

Yes, you-- the NFL hopeful

who shows up to practice hungover,

doesn't respect his coaches,

and blows his assignments on the field--

and now it looks like we're out of playoff contention,

so thank you for that.

Man, coach is on one. Did I miss a block?

Yeah, but-- "but"?

There's no "but" after that, man.

Own your crap.

You wanted the reaction from me out there?

Well, here it is.

You have been so focused on you

that you failed to show up for your team today.

That's on you, and that's the damn truth.

I don't know what's been going on with you,

but this is the most selfish you have ever been.

Now the only chance we have at making it

to the playoffs is if Sonoma

loses their next game.

Other than that, we can kiss

the national championship good-bye.

I could've spent the night if you wanted.

I honestly wasn't in the head space

to talk to anyone, no offence.

No. I get it, and do you want to talk now?

I'd like that, but I should probably

make sure Coop and Preach aren't making

a mess downstairs with this breakfast

they wouldn't let me out of.

Maybe we can link later?

Yeah. I'm game.

I've got nothing going on today except writing, so--

Oh, you should get that, baby.

I love you.

I love you, too. Bye.

Oh, um, sorry.

I think you have the wrong house.

I don't think so.

Ashley?

Oh, my god, what are you doing here?

Did you actually listen to the voicemail

you left me a couple weeks ago

about your publisher expediting your draft date?

"Desperate" is the word that comes to mind.

My god, a girl leaves one voicemail

for her London bestie, and now she's desperate?

All right. Fine.

I missed you,

that and I assumed you'd want a refill

on your favourite crisps.

You did not get me N.K. Buttersons!

Yeah, extra butter flavour, of course.

Come in. Thank you.

Oh, my gosh, I can't believe you're here.

Where did you come from?

This is crazy.

Spencer, on video: What happened to using your QB instincts?

What happened to calling an audible?

Yo, bro, why are you still watching that?

Probably the same reason fools

break they neck to see a car accident.

You did miss that block, little homie.