No Safe Haven

Ugh!

Ugh!

Get him out of the car.

Turn it around!

Hey, come back with it, man!

Goddamn, this is a tank.

It's a goddamn tank.

I win!

18, 19, 18, 19!

Shh, quiet here, quiet.

Listen, I'm on.

Shh.

The oldest, most experienced player on the team and a big

supporter of the drug abuse program,

it must be frustrating to watch not only your teammates

but other players in the league falling

prey to cocaine and Percodan and the new

so-called designer drugs.

Well, you know I don't like drugs.

And I feel bad for the people that use drugs.

Do you think the drug test should

be voluntary or involuntary?

Uh, invol-- involuntary.

I think they ought to make you take 'em.

That's bullshit.

That's bullshit.

OK, no, listen to me.

You think men have cornered the market on sports?

I am so sick of your cowboy consciousness

and your Negro arrogance.

I have spent 13 years writing the copy that

made your shit smell so good.

You don't think I know what I'm talking about, right?

Am I right?

Oh, I'm sure you know what you're talking about.

What concerns me is when you do you breathe?

OK, go ahead, but listen to me.

Mr. Buddy Wayne Harrison in there?

Yeah, OK.

Mr. Harris?

Sometime.

Two men in a limousine asked me to deliver this.

You asshole, Harris.

We thought there were women in there.

They're here?

Yes, sir.

They're in the driveway.

How you doing, buddy?

My friend?

Why don't you come and sit in my brand new plush limousine, huh?

Come on, Hey, buddy, looking good, man.

Tuxedo, cowboy hat.

All right.

I told you never to get this close to me.

Relax.

What the hell are you doing here?

What the hell am I doing here?

What the hell am I doing here?

Buddy, we came here to wish you good luck

in Sunday's playoff games, man.

To broaden our little business deals.

Listen to me, you--

Don't you ever touch me.

Don't you ever put your hands on me again!

Now I'm gonna tell you how this motherfucker goes down, OK?

Not only are you gonna take another package on that team

plane to Los Angeles, man, but you're

gonna throw Sunday's game.

And you're gonna throw it very, very big.

10 points, no less!

If you don't throw Sunday's game,

you'll never throw a fucking football again.

Ever again.

You want me to cut your tendon here right now?

You want me to cut your fucking tendon here right now?

Please, don't cut me!

Please!

OK, man.

Hey, Ricardo, you wanna go to a hot shot football party, man?

Huh?

Yeah, get some dirty lady, huh?

Oh, come on, buddy.

We're just kidding with you.

Shit!

Nobody has seen this kind of thing before, man.

You know, when a guy gets in so deep

he starts to lose his balls.

He starts to lose his sense of humor too, man.

Come on, buddy, party.

Come on, man.

Cocaine from Colombia.

Come on, let's do it.

No, no.

Oh, shit.

Take this motherfucker.

Get the hell out of my limousine.

You're making me look bad.

I don't want your balls blowing up on top of me, man.

That is the last time you ever tackle.

Come here.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Give me the ball. Here.

Give me the ball.

Give me the ball! - Harris!

Give me the ball.

Harris!

Dave, come here.

What, what?

I wanna go back to the office.

Fine, man, go back to the office.

No, no.

I want you to get me a ride.

Ben, if there was a cab in this town, believe me,

I would call one for you.

Benjamin, Benjamin.

Would you like to go back to the office with me?

I could walk you back there.

Perfect, yeah.

Um, do you-- do you like ice tea?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Because I have this wonderful herbal kind of ice tea.

Well, Jose, I think it's just you, me, and Dave, huh?

Don't forget that, Dave.

Understand your loyalty.

Perfect, huh?

Oh, two more years here, huh?

What the hell.

Give me the ball, huh?

Eddie.

I cannot believe it.

I scored four touchdowns in one game,

playing defense and offense.

Isn't it great?

Yeah, it's great.

But listen, you keep your grades up.

You understand? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No sweat.

Hey, so if you're gonna go to the Super Bowl,

you gonna fly me and Mom there?

Absolutely.

Let me talk to Mom, will you?

Uh, yeah, OK. Hang on a second.

She's outside.

Gotta get her.

Mom?

Buddy? BUDDY : Hi, Mom.

How you doing?

Oh, fine.

We're so excited about--

are you OK?

Is your arm all right?

100%, Ma.

100%!

So that means 75, right, honey?

I'm fine, Ma.

Are you taking the vitamins I sent you?

I'm taking 'em twice a day, Ma.

Ma, how do I contact Clete?

Is he still in Honduras?

What's wrong?

Nothing, Ma.

I just wanna talk to him.

I miss him. MOM : Since when?

Don't you dare lie to your mama.

Hang on, Ma, there's somebody at the door.

I'll be right there.

Ma, I got gotta go.

I'll-- I'll call you later.

Buddy!

Ma, I'll be fine.

I love you.

I love you too.

Take care.

And remember, plenty of ice on that bad shoulder.

Bye-bye.

Bye, son.

I'm coming.

Are you Mr. Buddy Wayne Harris?

Yes, I am.

Manuel said you have something for me.

No!

Ugh!

And so we come down to the 16th game of the season.

Here comes a field goal unit on the field.

There's 17 seconds left on the clock,

and it is nail-biting time in Los Angeles.

Rittenhof lines up with a field goal.

This will be a 49 yard attempt.

Blue 32, hut!

It's long enough.

It's hooking, hooking!

I don't believe it.

It goes through!

Hm?

Sorry.

The hawks win in double overtime!

They'll go to the Silver Bowl!

And we'll be back in the Dallas dressing

room right after the break.

Here, ladies.