EXT. MARINA DEL REY - DAY It's raining lightly in the harbor and the water around the moored boats looks dirty and cold. We PICK UP a sad excuse for a boat sitting in an end slip. It's a sea - gull - shitcovered, thirtyfoot cabin cruiser that has n't cruised in a long, long time. A ratty looking unpainted plywood addition has been nailed to the top of the cabin. It's partially covered with a blue plastic tarp. SUPERIMPOSE : MARINA DEL REY, CALIFORNIA - FALL The tarp moves and SHANE FALCO's half - naked torso emerges from under it. Shane is late twenties, golden boy handsome, but quickly going to seed. He looks hung over. Shane glances up at the sky and rain. He pulls on the top part of an old patched wet suit and zips it up. He shivers.

EXT. MARINA DEL REY HARBOR - DAY We're BUZZING around the harbor with Shane in an old Zodiac inflatable DINGHY. Shane has pulled up the attached rubber hood to his wet suit so that only the white, pasty oblong of his face is visible. It's still raining as he steers the little boat around the sailboats and yachts. He pulls up to a fiftyfoot sailboat and CUTS the ENGINE. With practiced moves, he ties the dinghy to the rear rail of the sailboat and clips a bill for services rendered on the sailboat's stern line. He slips on a weight belt, puts on a pair of old gaffer taped goggles, jams the end of a air - hose in his mouth, and falls backward out of the dinghy and into the water.

EXT. UNDERWATER - DAY It's dark, dirty and murky. Suddenly, Shane floats INTO FRAME and comes AT us with a long spatula. ANOTHER ANGLE He attacks the underside of the sailboat which is covered with green algae muck that hangs a foot off the bottom of the boat. The spatula scrapes away the green mess revealing the pure white underside of the boat. CLOSE ON SHANE As he scrapes. Muck from the boat floats past him. This does n't look like fun. As he works, he happens to look down and notices something on the bottom. SHANE'S POV Amidst the beer cans and other trash, something golden is sitting on the bottom. BACK TO SCENE Shane takes a deep pull on his hose, lets it go and drifts down. A shaft of sunlight penetrates the murky water and reveals a broken trophy half - buried in the mud. Shane kneels over it and picks it up. The trophy is almost a full - size football rendered in bronze attached to a broken base. Shane turns `` the ball'' over in his hands. He grips the seams like he's done this before. Then he holds the football out in front of him. Suddenly, he starts barking garbled signals to an imaginary offense. He turns to his running back as he yells something like `` Blue 31!'' It comes out in bubbles He cocks his left leg and his wide receiver goes in motion. Then on the `` snap'' he turns and starts a five step drop. He moves in slow motion because hey. he's underwater! He executes a perfect play action fake on the third step of his drop, and looks `` down field'' for his receivers. But there's a blitz! He steps up in the pocket but a linebacker's arm almost takes his head off. He dodges, he bobs, he weaves in a kind of delicate ballet. He rolls left and keeps looking for the open man. Suddenly he points down field, pulls up and cocks his arm. The `` ball'' comes behind his ear and snaps forward in a perfect release. The trophy spins OUT OF FRAME but we HOLD ON Shane as he watches his pass. Suddenly, he throws both arms up in a touchdown signal. We STAY ON him as he freezes in this pose of victory, fifteen feet underwater, on the trash - covered, muddy bottom of Marina Del Rey.

EXT. EDWARD FRANCIS O'NEIL STADIUM (WASHINGTON, D.C.)  DAY Bam! A Miami Dolphin linebacker crushes a Washington Redskin running back and lands on his throat, elbow first. It's a beautiful fall day in November and Miami is beating the Skins in front of seventy - six thousand crazed Washington fans. The Redskins are at their home stadium better known as `` The Big O.''

INT. CONTROL BOOTH - DAY JOHN MADDEN and PAT SUMMERALL are calling the game in shirtsleeves. SUMMERALL That play, my friends, sums up the Redskins' running game all day long. Now Washington calls their last time out. Madden leans over to do his diagram that shows up on your TV screen. We STAY ON him as he draws and explains. MADDEN Hey, the Dolphins do this as good as anybody. See, in a four, three, two, two, you got the guards. boom! Plugging up the middle, then the corners. boom and boom!     Are free to Are free to says. box. leaving the middle linebacker to cut off the trap here. boom! SUMMERALL Third and twenty - two, but forget the first down with eight seconds showing and the Skins down by a touchdown. MADDEN Could be the last play. SUMMERALL Could be the last play of the season if the players go out.

EXT. SIDELINES - DAY Redskin quarterback EDDIE MARTEL is conferring with Redskin head coach BUD TILDON near the bench. Madden and Summerall continue OVER. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Take it all in, people. This could be it for 2,000. We MOVE TO veteran Redskin center REESE EVANS, 38, standing on the sidelines, uniform totally clean. He looks near tears. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Once again, if you have n't heard, it was announced during halftime that the N.F.L. Players Association will hold a press conference immediately following this game - that would make it about five o'clock Eastern time - and it is expected that the players' union will announce a strike effective immediately. ON REDSKINETTES Twelve striking - looking women dressed in burgundy and gold are doing some inane chatter to a section of fans that ignore them. The girls are led by pretty ANNABELLE FARRELL, a bundle of manic energy inside a body from heaven. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- It's all about money, folks. More money, of course and ai n't it always? The shame of it is the big losers are you out there, the fans. ON MARTEL The Redskin quarterback moves to the huddle. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Here we go : Third down, eight seconds to play, ball on the Dolphins' thirty - three yard line. Skins down by a touchdown. The huddle breaks and Martel sets up over the center. MARTEL Green 48! Green 48! Hut! Hut! The ball is snapped and Martel drops back. He looks for a receiver and does n't see anybody. He steps up in the pocket, sees an opening and takes off running down field. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- There goes Martel! Martel is a pretty good broken field runner for a big guy. Plus with the defense covering every possible receiver, he's got a lot of daylight. Nobody has touched him as he crosses the fifteen. Suddenly, a safety, smaller than Martel, looms in front of him at the ten. Martel goes down in one of those wimpy quarterback slides before the safety can even hit him. BANG! The GUN sounds and the game is over. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL They look at each other in disbelief SUMMERALL Well. Martel goes down ten yards short of a score. MADDEN On maybe the last play of the season. SUMMERALL I think he might have slipped. MADDEN Yeah, there's a lot of that going around. ON THREE REDSKIN FANS We'll see these guys throughout. They're typical low level Washington bureaucrats named TODD, ROD and BOB who live for the Hogs - the traditional name for the Redskin offensive linemen. Todd is shirtless and his entire upper body is painted Redskin red. At that moment, they are livid with their quarterback and Bob is speaking for them all. BOB We're coming to your house tonight, and we're gon na fucking kill you! And if you got a dog, we're gon na kill your fucking dog too! ON ANNABELLE Behind her, the rest of the cheerleaders are already walking away. Annabelle looks at Quarterback Martel with pure disgust as he walks off the field.

INT. LARGE BEDROOM - DAY The room's blinds are pulled tightly against the bright sunlight. Only the blue light of a TV illuminates anything. Suddenly, we hear an old man in the bed give out with a loud piercing wail. The door to the room bangs open and an English male nurse named AUGUSTINE RIPLEY, dressed in white, comes running in. He's carrying a syringe in each hand, poised at the ready. He runs to the bed of the still wailing EDWARD FRANCIS O'NEIL -LRB- 75 -RRB-. O'Neil is hooked up to an oxygen tank, watching the just completed Redskin game with the sound off. AUGUSTINE Did they win or lose?! O'Neil continues to wail. AUGUSTINE That has the distinct tonal quality of a loss. He puts one needle down and jabs O'Neil with the other one. He murmurs to the old man as he injects him. AUGUSTINE Nice medicine for a loss. Keeps us calm. Makes us not so sad. Keeps us on an even keel. Gives us some perspective, does n't it? And we'll save the winning medicine for next Sunday, wo n't we? He finishes. O'NEIL If you keep talking to me like I'm a five - year - old, I'm going to hurt you. AUGUSTINE Sounds exciting. He reaches for the phone and hits the speed dial. AUGUSTINE We'll want to talk to coach now, wo n't we? He hands the phone to O'Neil. O'NEIL -LRB- on the phone. -RRB- What the fuck was that?!

INT. TILDON'S OFFICE Coach Tildon sitting in his office. We can hear players getting dressed, listening to MUSIC and getting SHOWERS outside his open door. TILDON -LRB- on the phone. -RRB- I think he slipped. O'NEIL Bullshit he slipped! He could have scored! Anybody could have scored! I got one foot in the god damn grave and I could have scored! TILDON Mister O'Neil, let's face facts : The players are going out. It's gon na happen. And nobody wants to get hurt on the last play before a strike that could go on for the rest of the season. O'NEIL You god damn wimp! You're fired! Get out! Get out! Get out! O'Neil throws the phone down. Augustine picks it up and then cranks up the oxygen a notch. O'Neil takes big gulps of the rich air. AUGUSTINE Better? It always makes you feel better when you fire someone, we know it does, do n't we? Yes. O'NEIL Get me Jimmy McGinty. Get him here. Tonight. O'Neil sucks hard on the oxygen.

INT. REDSKINS LOCKER ROOM - DAY A REPORTER is interviewing WILSON JONES, the huge defensive end for the Redskins. Wilson wears an enormous diamond earring. Wilson is dressing at his locker. WILSON Hey, man, I do what my union says. REPORTER But you're already one of the highest paid players in the game. The fans just do n't see the point of a player like you striking. WILSON Let me tell you something : I'm a big man, you see? Wilson holds his arms out. Yes, he's gigantic. WILSON There are some days when I am so beat up, that I can not dress my own big ass. I asked management for a valet or some shit to help me dress and they said no way. So, fuck'em! PLAYER -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Shut up everybody, here it is. Somebody turns UP a TV in the locker room. ON TV A handsome ex - player named Jerome Lindell steps up to a podium at a press conference. He's wearing a two thousand dollar suit. On the TV he is identified with a super : `` JEROME LINDELL - President - National Football League Players' Association.'' LINDELL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I have just left a meeting with representatives of the owners and I am sad to say that they have refused the players' final demands which center around a rise in the current salary cap. -LRB- MORE. -RRB- LINDELL -LRB- V.O. ; CONT'D. -RRB- Therefore, I am recommending that all N.F.L. players walk out and not play until our demands are met. I want the players to walk out tall, to walk out righteous, to walk out in the knowledge that we do this as a team. We shall overcome the fat cats. I send peace to my union brothers. The entire locker room is silent for a beat. And then everyone starts getting dressed again, maybe a little slower than before. ON WILSON JONES WILSON Shit, I'm goin' to Vegas.

INT. O'NEIL'S BEDROOM - CLOSE ON O'NEIL - NIGHT As he sleeps peacefully. The only sound is the HISS of his OXYGEN. Then we hear ICE CUBES SLOSHING in a glass. O'Neil opens his eyes and sees : JIMMY McGINTY, a handsome devil in his late sixties, wearing golf clothes and sipping the last dregs of a Scotch rocks. McGINTY You look like shit. O'NEIL I'm dying, Jimmy. McGINTY You been dying for twenty years. O'Neil motions to the glass. Jimmy pours three fingers from a Glenlivet bottle and hands it to him. McGINTY That poof of a nurse of yours is gon na kick my ass if he catches you drinking. O'Neil removes his oxygen to sip his whiskey. He smiles as it goes down. O'NEIL Gim me a butt. McGINTY I quit. O'NEIL No. McGinty nods. O'NEIL You pussy. I want you to come back as head coach. I fired that asshole Tilden today. McGINTY I'm retired. And besides, you do n't have a team. They all flew home in their jets to their castles. O'NEIL We're gon na finish the season anyway. All of us owners decided. We're gon na use replacement players. McGINTY You're a bunch of greedy bastards, are n't you? O'NEIL Us, greedy?! What about the god damn players?! I got the highest payroll in the N.F.L. and they still want more! McGINTY That's because you've been bottle - feeding straight cash to these big babies for years. O'Neil sips his whiskey and calms down. O'NEIL No team owner in their right mind is gon na give back those T.V. revenues. -LRB- MORE. -RRB- O'NEIL -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- All we promised Fox was twenty - two guys with a pulse every Sunday. But think about it, Jimmy. We got a great opportunity here! We got a chance to put a team on the field that plays the game just for the love of it. Like we used to play it. McGINTY We also used to play without face guards. O'NEIL Jimmy, I'm really dying. The doctor says I'll be gone by Superbowl Sunday. Help me bring a winner back to D.C.. You did it for me once before. You can do it again. McGINTY Listen : I golf once a week with the President of the United States. I walk my grandkids to school every day. I got a    young wife who will fuck me any time I want, which frankly, is n't too often, but it's comforting to know it's there. I do n't need it. O'NEIL Come on. Would n't it be fun? A bunch of poor nobodies who play to win instead of a bunch of bitchy millionaires? You can put it together, Jimmy. Player's love you. They always have. McGinty pours more Scotch and looks into the glass. O'NEIL Tell me you're gon na do it. McGINTY Shut up, I'm thinking. -LRB- pause. -RRB- Okay. Here's the deal : you let me recruit who I want, with no interference? O'NEIL Absolutely. McGINTY I'm talking anybody I want. No exceptions. And no interference with my coaching, either, like you used to. O'NEIL Sure, Jimmy, sure. McGINTY And one more thing : no more Notre Dame stories. You start telling me Notre Dame stories and I pull your plug personally.   I I says. swear to God. O'Neil smiles. O'NEIL Deal.

INT. REDSKINS' HEAD COACH'S OFFICE - DAY McGinty is sitting behind the empty desk as his two main coaches give him a presentation. They are offensive coordinator LEO PILACHOWSKI and defensive coordinator CHRISTOPHER BANES. PILACHOWSKI Six phone lines with internet access on two : One for defense and one for offense. BANES We thought we would skip special teams for the moment. PILACHOWSKI Except for a kicker. We definitely need a kicker. A place kicker over a punter. BANES The thinking being that if we lose the toss, we have to be able to at least kick off. Both coaches laugh nervously. McGinty does n't say anything. PILACHOWSKI Okay. Here's the list of every player cut this past season. What we would like to do is. McGINTY -LRB- interrupting. -RRB- Those people? says. -LRB- pointing to list. -RRB- Most of them were cut because they were shitty. McGinty takes out a piece of paper of his own with a bunch of names on it. McGINTY We're going to go another way here. I've done some scouting since I retired. On an ad hoc basis, of course. And what I have here is a list of people I've kept an eye on. They've all played football somewhere, but only a few in the pros. And they've all got something. unique to bring to the game. We're gon na take these people and try to put together a winning team. And if nothing else, they should be fun to watch. McGinty looks up when he senses someone standing in the doorway. It's REESE EVANS, the veteran Redskin we saw standing on the sidelines with the clean uniform. EVANS You wo n't need a center. McGINTY How you doin', Reese? EVANS Bored and ready to retire. I'm just looking for one more hit. One more really good hit. McGINTY What about the strike? EVANS Hell, I'm rich. I got no complaint with Mister O'Neil. I just want a chance to play one last time. -LRB- MORE. -RRB- EVANS -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Shit, I'd rather go out with a broken leg than sitting on the bench. McGinty nods to Pilachowski. The coach takes a marker and fills in `` Evans'' in the center circle. McGINTY Welcome to the new Washington Redskins. -LRB- to his coaches. -RRB- Let's find Reese somebody to play with.

INT. METHAMPHETAMINE LAB - DAY A bunch of BIKER types are cooking up a vat of speed. These guys are big, and badasslooking. After a beat, one of the Bikers looks up at the door. BIKER Did you hear something? The other biker shakes his head, no. The one who asked the question walks over to the door and listens for a beat. Nothing. He turns to go back and suddenly the door disintegrates in front of a charging man wearing a `` police'' windbreaker. This is DANIEL BATEMAN, a big, young, psychotic cop, who immediately runs over the poor Biker who was listening at the door, kicking the guy in the head as he goes by. Bateman dives on two more Bikers, and viciously head - butts one of them. He stuffs the other's head into the meth mixture, pulls him out and clubs him with a big police blackjack, three quick times : Rap! Rap! Rap! The guy goes down like lead. Bateman looks around and spots a big BIKER cowering in a corner. The Biker is terrified. Bateman takes two stops toward the guy when suddenly three more COPS wearing windbreakers run in, out of breath. They look around at the unconscious Bikers. COP #1 Jesus, Bateman! Why do n't you ever wait for us?! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Someone's BEEPER is going off. The three cops look at theirs. Nothing. The cowering Biker looks at his. BIKER #2 Not me. Bateman pulls his beeper, studies it and looks puzzled. BATEMAN What area code is 703? COP #1 Washington, D.C.

INT. LIQUOR STORE - DAY A loaf of Wonder Bread is spinning through the air in SLOW MOTION. It comes AT us, twisting and turning. ON CLIFFORD FRANKLIN He's tall, maybe 22, and positioned behind the cash register. He's wearing a Washington Redskins sweatshirt. Clifford's hands are up as he waits to catch the bread which was tossed by his MANAGER at the back of the store. The loaf hits Clifford's hands and then bounces out. It lands on the counter in front of a TEN - YEAR - OLD smart - ass KID. KID Nice hands. CLIFFORD -LRB- not amused. -RRB- What else? KID A pack of Marlboro Reds, a pint of Martel Cognac and a box of Trojans, extra long. Clifford grabs the Kid's two one - dollar bills, and makes change for the bread. CLIFFORD Get out of here. I'm telling your mother you were talking like that. The Kid leaves. The Manager yells from the back of the store as he holds up a portable phone. MANAGER Hey, Clifford, somebody on the phone wants you to play football next weekend. CLIFFORD Tell'em I got ta work Saturday. And I'm watching the Redskins on Sunday. Ai n't nothing stopping me from watching the Redskins on Sunday. -LRB- mumbling. -RRB- No way that's gon na be happening, me not watching the Redskins on Sunday. MANAGER -LRB- into phone. -RRB- He's got ta work. -LRB- pause. -RRB- They said they'll pay you. CLIFFORD Pay me? How much? MANAGER -LRB- on phone. -RRB- How much? -LRB- pause. -RRB- Ten thousand five hundred dollars! CLIFFORD -LRB- stunned. -RRB- Ray, who the fuck is on the phone?! MANAGER -LRB- pause. -RRB- It's the Washington Redskins! Clifford collapses.

INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT We hear deafening APPLAUSE as we hold on ANDRE and JAMAL WILLIAMS, two huge bodyguards, dressed in identical black suits. Suddenly, the artist formerly known as Prince comes off stage, grabs a towel from an assistant and starts walking with Jamal in front and Andre in the rear. As they walk, a CELL PHONE RINGS. Andre pulls it from his pocket and answers it, quietly. Jamal runs interference with the techies and groupies backstage. JAMAL -LRB- to someone. -RRB- Get out of the way! -LRB- to someone else. -RRB- Do n't look at him! He do n't like being looked at, god damn it! No eye contact! As they walk, Andre is still talking on the phone. Finally, they get to the backstage door and stop. The rock star prepares to run the gauntlet of adoring fans behind his trusty bodyguards. But his bodyguards are conversing quietly but urgently with each other. One of the assistants throws open the door. A big mob waits outside. The anointed one turns to his bodyguards to lead the way, but. they're gone! The mob surges. The artist formerly known as Prince screams as he's trampled to death by his fans.

EXT. MARINA DEL REY - DAY Shane Falco, wearing his patched wetsuit, climbs out of his inflatable dinghy and flops onto the deck of his cabin cruiser. He looks cold and tired. McGINTY -LRB- O.S. -RRB- You look like a swordfish I caught once. Shane jumps. McGinty is sitting in an old deck chair on the stern of the boat. McGINTY He hit the deck just like that. Shane studies his visitor. SHANE And you look like that coach from the Seventies. From the Redskins. McGinty. Except you look a shitload older. McGINTY The price of happiness. Something to take the chill off? He offers Shane an elegant flask. Shane takes it and drinks. McGINTY I'm running the Redskins again. And I want you to quarterback'em. SHANE No, man, I've been out way too long. McGINTY What, three years since San Diego dumped you? That's nothing. You're in shape, flopping around in the water like that. SHANE You know what my nickname was in San Diego, do n't you? McGINTY Sure. Footsteps. SHANE As in, I hear'em and I dump the ball. McGINTY Well, you did n't have much of a line to protect you. SHANE I got two concussions to prove it. McGINTY That's why girls do n't play the game. McGinty drinks from his flask. McGINTY I scouted you when you were playing at Ohio State. I told San Diego they were probably making a mistake when they signed you. SHANE -LRB- truly shocked. -RRB- No kidding? McGINTY Oh, you had a lot of tools : a quick release. Fast. A scrambler by nature. Good downfield vision. But you got hurt a lot. And worst of all, you never could win the big game. What did you lose the Sugar Bowl by, your senior year? What, forty points? SHANE Forty - five. And now you want to recruit me? McGINTY A scrambling quarterback is gon na do real well in this new replacement environment. And to tell you the truth, I think I can help you with your biggest problem. SHANE Okay. What's my biggest problem? McGINTY Courage. I think that Sugar Bowl took it all out of you. There's a beat as Shane looks away. SHANE I'm retired from football. McGINTY Yeah, and it looks like things have been going really well for you since. Shane does n't meet McGinty's eyes. SHANE I like being here. It's quiet. I like being alone. McGINTY Yeah. No screaming crowds, that's for sure. -LRB- pause. -RRB- You know what separates the winners from the losers? Gettin' back on the horse. The one that kicked you in the teeth. You're still young. You still got bags of talent. If you do well, who knows what will happen when the strike ends? Shane keeps staring out at the water. McGINTY You want me to tell you you're not going to get hurt? You know you will. No doubt about that. But, hell. McGinty points to the boats in the harbor. McGINTY Would n't you rather get hurt than scrape the shit off of other guys' toys?

EXT. QUEENS (NEW YORK) - DAY We're right off Queens Boulevard on a busy side street where LOU PACIFICO, 30, is taking book. Lou is short, dark and handsome. He leans against the wall of a liquor store. PASSERBY #1 Deuce and an eightball on Go Down, Rita in the eighth. Lou writes quickly on a small pad. After a beat, another passerby leans in and whispers something to Lou. Lou writes quickly again. > From across the street an old woman sticks her head out of a four - story walk - up. This is LOU'S MOTHER who speaks with a heavy Italian accent. MOTHER Louis, you got a phone call! LOU -LRB- from across the street. -RRB- Who is it? MOTHER It's the Washington Foreskins. LOU What?! Ma, what are you, out a your tree? MOTHER -LRB- yelling louder. -RRB- I'm telling you they said it's the Washington Foreskins! says. Foreskins! Foreskins! Foreskins! People in the street are now starting to look up at this old woman screaming `` Foreskins!'' Louis quickly crosses the street to his apartment house. But at that moment, a soccer ball bounces toward him from where a group of kids are playing in an alley. Out of pure instinct, Lou gives it a mighty boot. We FOLLOW the arc of the ball as it sails DOWN the block. Everyone stops to admire the kick. Still airborne, the ball crosses Queens Boulevard. At that moment, a very old mafioso type is being helped from his limo by several lieutenants. Pow! The ball hits the old guy right in the back of the head, knocking off his porkpie hat and dropping him to the pavement like a bullet. The lieutenants pull pistols and surround their fallen leader. ON LOU He sees what happens and quickly ducks into his apartment house. ON ONE MAFIA LIEUTENANT He spots Lou before he disappears inside.

EXT. HIGH SCHOOL PRACTICE FIELD - DAY Coach ROLAND LAMONT, a good - looking ex - running back in his late twenties, is coaching a high school player. We can see that Roland is wearing a pretty substantial knee brace. He holds up a football. ROLAND Cut right on me, now. Right on me. He pitches the ball out to one kid, who runs right at him, steps on Roland's foot with his cleats and then cuts around him. Roland screams and falls to the ground. ROLAND Not right on me, goddamn it! He writhes there a beat until he hears : VOICE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Coach Lamont! Phone call! Long distance. Washington, D.C. It's the Washington Redskins! Roland holds his foot and manages a smile because he seems to know what the phone call means. ROLAND -LRB- to the sky. -RRB- Thank you, Lord!

EXT. BIG O (WASHINGTON D.C.) - MAGIC HOUR The stadium appears empty. Suddenly, a football thrown with a perfect spiral comes AT us. REVERSE ANGLE We see the ball sail cleanly through a rubber ring attached to the crossbar on the goalpost. ON SHANE FALCO He's in shorts and a sweatshirt taking snaps from center Reese Evans. EVANS Nice. Try a roll to the right. Evans bends over another ball. Shane sets up in the shotgun. O'NEIL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Shane ` Footsteps' Falco? This is what you're going to build an offense around?

EXT. STANDS - MAGIC HOUR McGinty is sitting with O'Neil on the fifty yard line twenty rows back. Augustine holds O'Neil's oxygen tank as the old man sits huddled in a coat that's way too big for him. O'NEIL Christ, Jimmy, I ask you to build me a team based on balls and the first player I see is Footsteps Falco?! McGINTY He's got as much natural talent as any quarterback in the league. O'NEIL And he's got the happiest feet I've ever seen! McGINTY All he needs is a shot of self - confidence. He's our quarterback. That's the way it is. O'NEIL What about a safety? We got two a days starting tomorrow and a game in five days! And we still do n't have a safety?! O'Neil motions to Augustine for more oxygen. AUGUSTINE Here we go. Nice fat little hits. He turns the valve up. O'Neil breathes deeply. O'NEIL I called a friend of mine who just happens to be the Governor of Maryland. McGINTY Terrific, the Governor is going to play safety? O'NEIL Do n't worry about it. ON SHANE He drills a perfect spiral through the circle.

EXT. BIG O - MORNING A ramp at the rear of the stadium gives vehicle access to the interior. The bottom of this ramp is now a maelstrom of activity. The regular Washington Redskins are in a picket line walking in circles. The players are dressed in everything from fur coats to expensive leather jackets and leather pants. Half of them are on cell phones. We can see some of their cars parked haphazardly nearby : BMWs, Porsches, Mercedes, etc.. Jerome Lindell, the president of the Players' Association, is being interviewed on camera by a REPORTER. REPORTER As president of the Players' Association, what does your presence mean here, Mister Lindell? LINDELL Very simply, support for these fine players and union men. Washington D.C. is the home of freedom and the collective bargaining agreement. I am here to remind all Americans that the owners are no better than the robber barons of the Nineteenth Century. They have blatantly gone out and hired scabs, which is against all principles of our Constitution and the Declaration of Independence and probably even the Emancipation Proclamation. The picketers start shouting and pointing. LINDELL And here come the Scabskins now! A bus slowly makes its way towards the ramp and the picketers.

INT. BUS - MORNING Shane is sitting in the first seat with Reese Evans -LRB- center -RRB-. We MOVE BEHIND them and see, among others, Daniel Bateman -LRB- psychotic cop -RRB-, Clifford Franklin -LRB- ca n't catch a loaf of bread -RRB-, Jamal and Andre Williams -LRB- ex - bodyguards -RRB-, Lou Pacifico -LRB- kicker and bookmaker -RRB-, and Roland Lamont -LRB- ex - high school coach -RRB-. BANG! EGGS start HITTING the bus WINDOWS. We can hear the regular players chanting : PLAYERS Scabskins! Scabskins! Scabskins! ON CLIFFORD FRANKLIN He's very excited as he looks out the window at the striking players. Roland Lamont sits next to him. CLIFFORD Oh God, there's Eddie Martel! And Wilson Jones! I love Wilson Jones! Yo, Wilson! Yo, player! ON WILSON His big face looms right outside the bus window. He looks pissed off and scary. ON LOU PACIFICO He leans across his seat to Shane. LOU Hey, Lou Pacifico. Shane shakes his hand. SHANE Shane Falco. LOU I know. I lost a ton a money on that Sugar Bowl disaster of yours. Wow. Did you get your butt kicked or what? ON JAMAL He's looking out the window when an eeg splats against it. He turns to his brother Andre : JAMAL You know I do n't take that shit. Jamal reaches into his jacket and starts to pull out a nine - millimeter pistol. Andre stops him. ANDRE Be cool.

INT. BOWELS OF STADIUM - DAY A nondescript van pulls up and a muscled, deadly - looking guy in handcuffs and jail issue clothes gets out. This is bearded safety EARL -LRB- he - ai n't - no - girl -RRB- WILKINSON. A Maryland state trooper unlocks the cuffs. Earl looks. hungry.

EXT. STADIUM - DAY The replacements are getting off the bus as the players chant. PLAYERS Scabskins! Scabskins! When Reese Evans -LRB- former Redskin center -RRB- gets off the bus, the players go wild. Reese coolly gives them the international suck my dick sign. Clifford gets off behind him. He waves and smiles at the striking players. They throw rotten fruit at Clifford in return.

INT. EQUIPMENT ROOM - DAY SID, an oldtimer equipment man folds towels. Behind him, we can see helmets, pads, etc.. McGinty walks up dragging Shane who is fully dressed in a uniform, including helmet. McGINTY -LRB- to Sid. -RRB- What is this? McGinty points to the intricate face guard on Shane's helmet. It's an exaggerated version of a lineman's cage with so much metal criss - crossing that you can hardly see Shane's face. McGINTY He's a quarterback! How is he supposed to see? SID He told me he was a linebacker! SHANE I can see. McGinty holds up three fingers. McGINTY How many fingers? SHANE Two. No, wait. Three.

EXT. FIELD - DAY Andre and Jamal are hitting the blocking sled simultaneously. They drive it OUT OF FRAME. ON SHANE He's now wearing a helmet with a twobar quarterback face guard. He takes a snap and pitches out to running back Roland Lamont. Roland, now wearing a big knee brace, looks sharp as he cuts to the outside. ON PILACHOWSKI The offensive coordinator is standing with McGinty who is concentrating on the scrimmage. Suddenly, Pilachowski spots someone. His mouth drops open. ON MICKEY LEE He's a fourhundred - fifty - pound ex - Sumo wrestler crammed into a Redskin uniform. Fat rolls are visible everywhere. PILACHOWSKI Oh my God. That's disgusting! Lee walks up. McGinty bows and says something in Japanese. Lee bows and answers back in Japanese. Then they shake hands. McGINTY How you doin', Mickey? LEE Not bad, Coach. McGINTY You look great. Why do n't you work out at left tackle? LEE You got it. Lee puts on his helmet, pulls his ponytail out the back and rumbles away. Pilachowski is looking at McGinty like he's crazy. PILACHOWSKI You're not serious. McGINTY I met Mickey in Hawaii. When he was even bigger. He's a Sumo wrestler. That means he's an expert at pushing people around. That's what pass blocking is, Leo. Defensive coordinator Christopher Banes comes running up in a lather. BANES -LRB- to McGinty. -RRB- I got a defensive end who's deaf! PILACHOWSKI -LRB- watching Lee walk away. -RRB- I'll trade you for a tackle who's gon na play in a diaper. BANES How can I coach a deaf man?! McGINTY You do n't have to. He looks across the field at a big, good - looking kid named BRIAN MURRAY who is in the middle of a pass rushing drill. Murray looks really fast, especially for his size. McGINTY Brian Murray would have gone in the first round five years back if he had n't been born deaf. I first saw him play right here in D.C. for Galludet College. He's a hell of an athlete. You wo n't have to tell him anything. BANES I ca n't believe it! I got to be able to communicate with him. McGINTY Then learn to sign. Hey, look at it this way : He'll never get pulled off sides on an audible. McGinty thinks this is funny as shit. ON SHANE He's just done a fivestop drop on a pass play. He's looking down field when he sees something scary. SHANE Oh shit! No! He throws the ball away and then is nailed and taken down on his back by Bateman -LRB- psychotic cop -RRB-. Shane groans and lies there with Bateman on top of him. BATEMAN Hi, I'm Danny. SHANE -LRB- groaning. -RRB- Shane. McGinty pulls Bateman up. McGINTY Nice pop, Danny. BATEMAN Thank's, Coach! Danny runs off. SHANE What was that? McGINTY Danny Bateman. Ex - cop, ex - Marine, ex - rugby. He's absolutely harmless, if you just play dead. McGinty helps Shane up. McGINTY San Diego used you all wrong. You're not a drop back passer. says. You're a scrambler. Like you were in college. So, we're gon na roll out. A lot. Get used to setting up on the run. You'll live a lot longer. SHANE I'm very interested in that. PRACTICE MONTAGE A -RRB- BATEMAN is lined up at middle linebacker. When the play starts, he runs headlong into four blockers and takes them all down with him. B -RRB- WIDE RECEIVER CLIFFORD FRANKLIN beats his man, and turns as Shane, rolling out to his left, puts the ball right on his numbers. Franklin drops it. C -RRB- ANDRE AND JAMAL On the snap, they pull to lead a sweep. Unfortu - nately, each thinks the play is to their side. They forearm each other and then get into a fight. D -RRB- LOU PACIFICO boots one from thirty - five yards through the uprights. He smiles, takes out a Marlboro Light and a Bic and fires up. E -RRB- CLIFFORD FRANKLIN pulls up, does a button hook and Shane puts the ball in his hands. Franklin drops it. F -RRB- LEE the Sumo guy, hits the blocking sled and turns it over. G -RRB- BATEMAN is down on the ground viciously punching another player as two assistants try to pull him off. H -RRB- FRANKLIN is in a crossing pattern in the end zone. Shane puts the ball right in front of him. Unfortunately, it hits him in the hands.

EXT. FIELD - DAY Shane is sucking down water from the portable water cart when head cheerleader Annabelle Farrell walks up. She's dressed in tight workout clothes. ANNABELLE Annabelle Farrell, head Redskinette. SHANE Excuse me? ANNABELLE I'm in charge. Of the Redskinettes. The cheerleaders? SHANE Oh yeah, hi. ANNABELLE I've been watching you. You look good. You look strong. Good quick release. Smart. You read defenses quickly. You're gon na do great. SHANE Hey. thanks. ANNABELLE I saw your second concussion. The one against Cleveland. says. Pow! You could hear it in the cheap seats. But you completed the pass. That's what counts. SHANE I guess so. ANNABELLE If there's anything you need, let me know. And I mean anything, okay? You understand? Shane is really not sure. SHANE Sure. I understand. ANNABELLE They put you up at the Hilton? SHANE Yeah. ANNABELLE Good. Remember : anything. You got it? Okay? Shane nods. She walks away. We watch her world - class ass move across the gridiron. ON McGINTY AND CLIFFORD FRANKLIN McGinty is holding a ball and talking to his wide receiver. McGINTY because it's a damn waste of all that speed, Clifford. I told you that when you were in high school. You've got to catch the ball, son. This is the main idea of the passing game. CLIFFORD I know, Coach, I know. McGINTY Okay. I assume that you have touched a woman in a romantic way, have you not? CLIFFORD Oh yeah, Coach, sure. In a, you know, romantic way. McGINTY Good. From here on out, you touch this football, all the time. He shoves the football in Clifford's hands. McGINTY just like you touch your girl friends. I better not see you without this ball. You understand? McGinty starts to walk away. CLIFFORD Coach, wait! Can I still like touch my girl friends if I do n't, you know, let go of the ball? McGinty thinks about that. McGINTY Yes, Clifford, if you can manage that, absolutely.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY Andre and Jamal are just about dressed. Andre helps Jamal on with his jacket. Jamal then helps Andre on with his. ON SHANE He's stripped down sitting on a bench. Reporters are trying to interview him. Microphones are in his face and video cameras jockey for position. SHANE just glad to be back playing. That's all I've really got to say. REPORTER But where have you been? What have you been doing to make a living? SHANE Well. I've been involved lately in the. aquatic business. ON MICKEY LEE AND ROLAND LAMONT Mickey is watching Roland unbuckle his big complicated knee brace. -LRB- NOTE : There should be something slightly medieval about this brace. -RRB- MICKEY You only played one game?! ROLAND Actually, less than two minutes. I was a rookie third round pick in' 93. We were playing Atlanta in the home opener. Near the end of the first quarter, they sent me in, I took a screen pass over the middle and got hit by both linebackers. Simultaneously. One a side. My knee turned My knee turned says. into wet toilet paper. End of career. MICKEY Can you play on it now? Roland takes out a wrench and starts unscrewing a bolt on his brace. ROLAND I've been teaching high school football for five years. It's not a bad life. I'm good at it. There are some days when I actually love it. But for one more shot at this? Shit. I'd give it all up. This time, they're gon na have to take me out in a box. ON EARL WILKINSON -LRB- CRIMINAL -RRB- He's standing naked in front of his locker staring with anticipation at a garment bag. Slowly, he unzips the bag revealing a beautiful new suit. He touches the lapels reverently. ON CLIFFORD FRANKLIN He's sitting in front of a locker, holding his football, with a shit - assed - eating grin. Someone walks by. CLIFFORD I got Wilson Boone's locker, man. Do you believe that shit? He drops his ball and quickly picks it up again. He looks around to make sure Coach did n't see him.

EXT. BIG O PARKING LOT - MORNING The regular Redskins are out in force, holding signs as they lean on their Beamers and Porsches. Shane pulls up in a battered'89 Honda. When he gets out, he's immediately surrounded by six striking regulars, led by quarterback Eddie Martel and defensive end Wilson Jones. MARTEL Hey, you ca n't park there. SHANE Look, I do n't want any trouble. MARTEL You do n't want any trouble?! You're taking my job away, but you do n't want any trouble? -LRB- to Wilson. -RRB- He does n't want any trouble, but he puts this piece of shit in a no parking zone. Shane looks but it's obvious he's parked legally. SHANE Okay. I'll move it. MARTEL No, we'll do that for you. Go ahead, Wilson. Move it for him. Wilson motions to another big guy. The two of them proceed to roll the Honda over on its roof. It lands with a crunch. JAMAL -LRB- O.S. -RRB- You all put that car back. Everybody turns to see Andre and Jamal walking towards them. WILSON Who the fuck are you? ANDRE We're the people who take care of the quarterback. We're the guards. All the regulars laugh at this. JAMAL Put the car back. Gently. WILSON Kiss my ass. SHANE -LRB- to Jamal. -RRB- It's okay. JAMAL No, it's not. Jamal points to a gorgeous midnight blue Porsche. JAMAL -LRB- to Wilson. -RRB- That's your ride, ai n't it? Before Wilson can even answer, Jamal pulls his NINE MILLIMETER. BOOM! BOOM! No more Porsche windshield. All the regular Redskins dive for cover. WILSON My windshield! You crazy motherfucker! JAMAL Move his car back. WILSON My car! Jamal raises his GUN again. POW! No Porsche driver's side window. WILSON No! Stop! He turns to his cowering teammates. WILSON Come on, help me, god damn it! The guys quickly pick up the Honda and put it right side up. WILSON -LRB- to Jamal. -RRB- You are gon na pay for this. JAMAL No I'm not. And quit messing with my man here. That includes his ride. Jamal spins the nine and holsters it. Andre and Jamal get on either side of Shane. They look at each other and then quickly switch sides. ANDRE Let's go to practice, Shane. SHANE Let's do that. Shane smiles at his guards, smiles at the still - shocked Redskins, and they move out.

INT. LOCKER ROOM BATHROOM - DAY Shane, dressed in pads and pants, opens the door and walks in. During the opening and closing of the door we hear : ASSISTANT COACH -LRB- O.S. -RRB- so if anyone does have any firearms, we need to turn those in as soon as possible, no questions asked. Shane stands in front of the urinal and goes through the painstaking process of locating his dick. First he wrestles open his football pants and then has to deal with the cup, etc.. Next to him, at another urinal, is WALTER COCHRAN, a big, serious bornagain tackle. As he pisses, Walter has his Bible propped open behind the flush handle so he wo n't miss a minute of scripture. WALTER Praise the Lord, Shane. SHANE Yeah. Sure. WALTER Walt Cochran. Offensive tackle. Shane nods. Walter pees for a beat. WALTER Shane, will you witness with me? SHANE Will I what? WALTER Will you witness with me? For this upcoming practice. SHANE Now? By now Shane is pissing too. WALTER Praise the Lord for giving us a way to eliminate, Shane. Why not talk to Him in the midst of performing his gift? Walter takes his hand off his whizzing member and holds it out to Shane. Shane looks at Walter's hand for a long time, but finally, he removes his own guiding hand and clasps Walter's hand tentatively. REVERSE ANGLE They continue pissing as they hold hands. WALTER Heavenly Father, thank you for allowing us to pee the poisons from our systems. Please help us in today's practice to be strong and.

EXT. McGINTY'S HOUSE - DAY A barbecue is in progress for the new Washington Redskins at the beautiful home of Coach McGinty. The huge back yard features a pool and a catered buffet/barbecue. Andre and Jamal are loading down their plates. Mickey Lee is gnawing on a two - foot slab of ribs. Lou Pacifico has a little three card monty going at a picnic table. Coach McGinty is holding up a beautiful baby girl to the admiring players. He kisses the baby and then hands the child to his gorgeous young wife. Augustine is pushing Mister O'Neil in a wheelchair. They pass the outside bar and O'Neil suddenly lunges for a bottle of tequila. Augustine has to rip it out of his hands. Coach Banes and Earl Wilkinson -LRB- criminal -RRB- are talking to a distinguished - looking big man in his fifties. This is a D.C. CIRCUIT COURT JUDGE. BANES Where did you play, Judge? Wait. Do I call you judge? JUDGE Your Honor, or Judge is fine. I played at Harvard. But I played in the days when you went both ways. Offense and defense. When players were really tough. -LRB- to Wilkinson. -RRB- And where did you play college ball. I'm sorry, what was your name again? Wilkinson is smiling but he looks dangerous. WILKINSON Smith. Ray Smith. I played at a junior college nobody ever heard of. What position did you play on defense, Judge? JUDGE Middle linebacker. WILKINSON Yeah, big fellow like you, that's what I would have guessed. JUDGE It was a different game in those days. Raw. Powerful. No tricks, like today. WILKINSON You know, maybe you can show me some of your technique, Your Honor. Maybe you can show me some of that toughness. JUDGE I'd be glad to! There's an evil glint in Wilkinson's eye.

INT. McGINTY'S HOUSE - DAY Shane is standing alone in a large hallway looking at an enormous trophy case stuffed with the spoils of football. ANNABELLE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- You would think he's done enough. Shane turns and sees her. She's as fetching as ever. ANNABELLE McGinty, I mean. SHANE I was kind of thinking the same thing. ANNABELLE My theory is he came out of retirement to see if he could win with losers. -LRB- pause. -RRB- Oh, shit. I'm sorry. I did n't mean. SHANE -LRB- interrupting. -RRB- Hey, it's okay. I've been called worse. ANNABELLE Like after that Sugar Bowl game? I guess you could survive anything after that. Shane has to actually smile at this. SHANE Sometimes I feel like everybody in the world saw that game. Like I could go to India and some little guy would run up to me and say, ` Boy, did you suck in the'92 Sugar Bowl.' Annabelle laughs. SHANE So, how come you're such a fan? ANNABELLE My dad. He's a huge Redskin fan. For years. He's in his twenty - ninth year at the Senate Office Building. As a guard, not a senator. The only thing that keeps him going he says, is me and the Redskins. That's where I get it. My fan - ness. -LRB- suddenly. -RRB- Are you scared? Shane is totally taken off guard by this woman. SHANE Scared? Well. yes. Absolutely. ANNABELLE It's okay. Anybody would be. But you're good. And you'll do good. SHANE Well, thank you. Look, I got ta study the play book tonight. So. I'll see you. ANNABELLE Break a leg tomorrow. SHANE What?! ANNABELLE It's from the theater. For opening night. You say the worst thing that can happen. And it wo n't. Break a leg. Shane waves uncertainly and walks away.

EXT. McGINTY'S BACK YARD - DAY The Judge -LRB- now with his jacket off -RRB- and Wilkinson are lined up across from each other in a three - point stance in something called a man maker drill. The entire team forms two lanes on either side of them, as they face off. The idea is to knock the other guy down and get by him. JUDGE Alright, this is how we used to stop a running back. WILKINSON I ca n't wait. Someone says hut! And Wilkinson slams into the Republican 16th Circuit Court Judge and knocks him head over heels. The Judge lands on his back, wham! He's out cold. Wilkinson slaps hands with Andre and Jamal. WILKINSON Oooh. got me a judge! Man, that felt good!

EXT. BIG O STADIUM - DAY It's another beautiful fall afternoon and cars are entering the stadium parking lot. At one of the entrances, the striking Redskins are picketing. Jerome Lindell -LRB- NFL Players President -RRB- is still marching with them. A little boy stops one of the Redskins and asks for an autograph on a program. The player gives it to him and the kid walks away. Lindell runs after the kid, grabs the program and rips off the page the player signed. LINDELL -LRB- to kid. -RRB- Do n't be asking for no autographs from the real players and then go in and watch the scabs! The kid retreats quickly. Lindell rips up the page. LINDELL -LRB- to the player. -RRB- That is not the message we want to send our children!

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY It's very quiet. Shane sits in pads and no jersey, methodically squeezing a football. Reese Evans, his center, stops by. EVANS You okay? Shane nods and gives a nauseous - looking smile. EVANS Remember to nod your head on the snap. SHANE -LRB- out of it. -RRB- Nod my head? EVANS For when Murray's in. The deaf kid. Hello? He needs to look at you on the snap. Shane nods that he understands but he goes back to staring at a wall. Andre and Jamal sit facing each other. Andre throws a vicious forearm at Jamal's head but Jamal catches it. They both nod in approval. Lou Pacifico smokes and stares. Bateman is leaning against a wall, fully dressed, helmet on. He's staring into space and smiling to himself. He looks terrifying. Earl Wilkinson -LRB- the criminal -RRB- is polishing a beautiful pair of new alligator shoes. Clifford Franklin looks at himself in the mirror as he ceremoniously puts on his helmet. Walter Cochran is reading his Bible in front of his locker, which features a picture of Jesus and a cross. Mickey Lee -LRB- ex - sumo -RRB- is sitting in front of a bowl of hard boiled eggs. He's methodically popping them into his mouth. He eats four as we watch. Coach Pilachowski comes up to Lee and watches him eat. PILACHOWSKI What are you, crazy? Nobody eats right before a game. LEE I always ate before a big match. I need the bulk. Like a hole in the head he needs the bulk. Coach McGinty comes strolling through the locker room, the picture of calm. He walks by defensive end/tight end Brian Murray and signs to him to have a good game. Murray signs back, `` Thanks, Coach.'' Cochran spots McGinty and puts down his Bible. COCHRAN Coach McGinty, I'd like to lead the team in the pregame prayer. McGINTY No. No praying. That's the problem with professional sports today : too much god damn praying. Five hundred dollar fine to the first man I hear praying. McGinty turns and bums an egg from Mickey and walks to the middle of the locker room. He eats the egg as he turns slowly and takes in his players. McGINTY A lot of people are waiting for you to fall on your asses today. And guess what? You're going to. But I do n't give a shit if you look funny out there. Or if you miss a block, or drop a pass, or trip over your own dick. This is professional. And the difference between professional and amateur, between playing for the Washington Redskins and Michigan State is simply. money. You are being paid to win. Not just to play. Not just to learn how to be good sports. Not for the alumni. You are being paid to win. I do n't care how the fuck you do it. But I'm demanding it. Because those guys whose place you're taking have forgotten that simple fact. So, go win it. He walks away. The players get up and start moving.

EXT. BIG O - DAY We're FOCUSED ON an enormous, plastic blow - up Washington Redskin helmet that bobs on the ground in front of the exit to the field. The idea is, the players will run into and then out of the helmet as they are introduced. Annabelle and her fellow twenty cheerleaders are lined up on either side of the bobbing helmet, waiting for the players. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL They are in their booth, vamping ON CAMERA. MADDEN Pretty bold move by New England Patriot owner Victor Kiam, who went out and bought an entire semi - pro team once the strike happened. -LRB- MORE. -RRB- MADDEN -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- Redskin management, on the other hand, is going with a bunch of unknowns. Their public relations people do n't even have bios yet on most of their players, although we'll see one or two familiar faces out there today. SUMMERALL Like Shane Falco, the enormously talented college quarterback from Ohio State, who never fulfilled his potential in the pro's. -LRB- to Madden. -RRB- Wow, remember that Sugar Bowl Falco quarterbacked when Florida State creamed them? MADDEN Oh, yeah, they were absolutely decimated! SUMMERALL Dusted. And if I'm not mistaken, Falco set a record in that game for Bowl interceptions. Anyway, for some of these players this is another shot ; a last shot, probably, for a guy like Falco.

INT. TUNNEL - DAY Shane is looking out at the field through the blow - up helmet. He looks scared. Suddenly, a CANNON goes off with a stomach - resounding BOOM! Shane jumps. ANNOUNCER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Ladies and gentlemen, your Washington Redskins! IN STANDS A sparse crowd is in attendance, mostly diehard fans like Todd, Rod and Bob, who are decked out in burgundy and gold. They look drunk already as they cheer like mad. ANNOUNCER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Here's the starting defense today.

INT. TUNNEL Bateman is first in line. He looks like a racehorse on cocaine. ANNOUNCER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- At middle linebacker, number 56, Daniel Bateman! Bateman takes off at a dead run out of the tunnel and into the helmet. ON HIS FOOT It hits a wire stretched across the ground inside the helmet. ON BATEMAN He trips big - time into the side of the helmet. He bounces -LRB- it's inflated, remember? -RRB- to the other side, bounces again and is shot out of the front of it like a cannon ball. ON CHEERLEADERS Bateman bounces out of the helmet and takes out the first six cheerleaders. Girls fly left and right. One girl is knocked out of her shoes. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL Madden covers his face. Summerall looks pained. SUMMERALL Oh, my. IN STANDS Even the hardcore Todd, Rob and Bob can hardly look at the carnage. OUTSIDE STANDS A contingent of strike players like Eddie Martel and Wilson Jones huddle in the parking lot. They are laughing their asses off as they watch on a personal TV. ON FIELD Cheerleaders are down and screaming in pain. Annabelle is running from girl to girl, doing triage. ON BATEMAN He's sheepishly standing to one side as trainers come out to assist.

INT. BLOWUP HELMET Jamal and Shane are examining the trip wire. Obviously, they were sabotaged. JAMAL Bastards. ANNOUNCER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- And now. uh, the rest of the Washington Redskins. The rest of the team walks unceremoniously out of the helmet and onto the field.

EXT. FIELD - DAY BOOM! The Patriot kicker puts one in the end zone for a touchback. The ball is placed on the twenty as Shane and the offense walk out onto the field. Shane walks slowly toward the huddle that's forming. IN HUDDLE Andre and Mickey Lee are arguing. ANDRE That's where I stand. LEE No it's not. ANDRE Come on, man, that's my spot in the huddle. ON SHANE As he walks, we hear McGinty's voice in Shane's helmet. Yes, they do it by one - way helmet radio so the filtered voice you hear is McGinty, speaking into his headset mike. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- All right, son, nice and easy now. Let's run our ten planned plays, get a feel for the land. Shane walks into the huddle and chaos. ANDRE Fat fucking nip! You do n't know shit! LEE What did you call me?! ANDRE You heard me, you tub a rice shit! SHANE Hold on, what's the problem here? Andre and Lee ignore Shane and start pushing each other. LEE I'm gon na kick your black ass. ANDRE You ai n't kickin' jack shit. Now Jamal gets involved as Shane tries to get between them. JAMAL -LRB- to Lee. -RRB- Do n't be messing with my brother. SHANE Hey, hold on. ON REF He's watching the play clock and when it gets to zero he pulls his penalty flag and throws it. REF Delay of game! Five yards! IN HUDDLE Lee suddenly punches Andre through his face guard. Andre knocks into Shane and spins him around. Jamal then goes to punch Lee, he misses and nails Shane in the back of the helmet. Shane goes down hard. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL They look confused. SUMMERALL I do n't know. Something seems to be going on in the huddle. It looks like. yes, Shane Falco is on his back. They have n't run a play yet but Falco is down. MADDEN This is not a good sign. ON FIELD Trainers race out to Shane, who is lying face up with the huddle standing over him. SHANE -LRB- clearing the cobwebs. -RRB- What happened? Am I hurt already? Shane sits up. Suddenly, he remembers what happened. SHANE God damn it! I am the quarterback! I am the only one supposed to talk in the huddle! ANDRE Yeah, but he took my place. SHANE I do n't give a shit! Shane gets to his feet. SHANE Huddle up! Everybody leans in. SHANE If you've got something to say, raise your hand! Is that understood?! Lee raises his hand. Shane grits his teeth and nods. LEE Suppose like, you do n't feel good. Or you're hurt or something like that. Then what? SHANE Then you tell me before the huddle starts! Okay, listen up : 68 blue east storm toss. On two. Jamal raises his hand. SHANE What?! JAMAL That's to the right. right? ANDRE No, it's to the left. SHANE It's to the right! JAMAL You better be quiet, Shane, they'll hear you. We do hear a WHISTLE. A penalty flag flies by. REF Delay of game! Five yards! Shane throws ups his hands. ON McGINTY He's talking into his mike. McGINTY What the hell is going on? ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL MADDEN Well, Pat, so far the Redskins have minus ten yards offensively. ON O'NEIL He's in bed sucking oxygen watching the game. Augustine sits with him. O'NEIL Turn it off. This is going to kill me. ON REDSKIN HUDDLE It breaks this time and everyone runs to the line of scrimmage. SHANE Blue 68. Blue 68! Hut! Hut! On the snap, Shane turns to head off to Lamont but instead runs right into Jamal who knocks him down. Shane looks up at Jamal. SHANE Have you suddenly decided you do n't like me, Jamal? JAMAL Oh. You said it was to the right, did n't you? IN HUDDLE Shane leans in. SHANE Okay. Let's try something simple. 18 red left slot open. -LRB- to Jamal. -RRB- That's to the left! They break and Shane lines up over his center. SHANE Eighteen red! Eighteen red! Hut! Hut! On the snap, Shane hands to Lamont who sweeps left, cuts inside and picks up eight yards. Shane is ecstatic. SHANE Yeah! And then a penalty flag flies by. REF Holding! Number 78. Shane looks at Jamal who is trying desperately to hide his number. Shane leans in with the next play. Cochran, playing right tackle, ca n't resist. COCHRAN You see. We should have prayed. SHANE Shut up! Pass. 22 Solo right slot ` A,' Y stick. On one. They break and come to the line of scrimmage. SHANE Twenty - two green. Hut! Shane does a play action fake to Lamont and then turns downfield. Wham! He's buried by three defenders. The ball squirts loose and the Patriots recover. ON PILACHOWSKI He's livid on the sidelines. As his offensive line comes off he rants at them. Shane hobbles off past : The defense rushing onto the field led by Bateman. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Washington comes up a minus fourteen yards on their first possession. ON PATRIOTS They break their huddle and come to the line of scrimmage. Bateman is snorting fire. Earl Wilkinson -LRB- with SMITH on the back of his jersey -RRB- patrols the secondary and calls out the formation. EARL Wide right! You got wide right! Check on the wing! The PATRIOT QUARTERBACK sets up over center. PATRIOT QB Blue fourteen! Bam! Bateman runs offside and flattens the quarterback. Penalty flags fly everywhere. ON SIDELINE Defensive Coordinator Banes rolls his eyes. The Ref moves the ball five yards and gives the offside sign. ON PATRIOTS They come out of the huddle again. PATRIOT QB Green eighty - seven! Pow! Bateman dives offside again and forearms the Quarterback, knocking him on his back. Flags fly again. One Patriot lineman makes the mistake of pushing Bateman. Bateman literally jumps on his head. More flags fly. ON SIDELINE Banes is screaming something unintelligible at Bateman. ON BALL It's marched downfield by the Ref, this time fifteen yards. OVER this we hear : SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I think the Redskins just set a record for penalties in the first three minutes. We're waiting for the stats on that. Here come the Patriots again. FIRST HALF MONTAGE A -RRB- SHANE rolls to his right but the blitz is on and he reverses and rolls left. He's finally cornered and has to dump the ball off. The pass is incomplete and he's knocked on his ass. B -RRB- SHANE fakes to Lamont and rolls again. He fires a bullet to Franklin on a down and out. Clifford actually catches the ball, then bobbles it and in trying to get possession again, hands the ball to the defender. The defender ca n't believe it for a beat and then he streaks down the sideline and scores. C -RRB- McGINTY just shakes his head. D -RRB- TODD, ROB AND BOB scream in pain. Rod pours his own beer over his own head. E -RRB- O'NEIL looks disgusted as he watches with Augustine. F -RRB- BATEMAN grabs the opposing running backs' face mask and spins him around and around. Flags fly everywhere. G -RRB- SHANE is on the run again looking for a receiver. He finally throws the ball. right into the hands of the opposing safety. Shane dives for the guy and misses. The safety scores. H -RRB- ANNABELLE is trying desperately to get the crowd into the game by jumping up and down and waving her pom poms. Five guys right in front of her get up from their seats, take all their stuff and leave.

EXT. GAME - ANGLE ON SCOREBOARD - SECOND QUARTER shows the Patriots up 17 to 0. ON SHANE He's rolling in the back field again looking for a receiver. SHANE'S POV Nothing but meat coming at him. BACK TO SCENE Shane panics and tosses the ball out of bounds. Shane looks at McGinty on the sidelines. We hear McGinty's voice. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- You had Lamont open in the flat. Shane puts his head down like he knows it. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Come on, now, son. Pick up your pace on the roll. See the big picture. Pump and fake, pump and fake. IN HUDDLE Everyone is dirty, sweating bullets and breathing very hard. Shane leans into the huddle. Lee is raising his hand. SHANE What? LEE I do n't feel good. And with that he promptly vomits sixteen eggs. ANDRE Oh, God! COCHRAN Oooooh. JAMAL Man, that's ripe! Everyone is reacting. Some players gag. EVANS Shane, we got to move! SHANE Okay. On the count of three. Everyone more left. Hut! Hut! Hut! ON HUDDLE Eleven bentover guys move in unison with tiny steps to their left. ON PATRIOTS' LINEBACKER The guy watches the huddle moving. PATRIOT LB What the fuck is this? ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL Summerall has his binoculars on the moving huddle. SUMMERALL John, how many years have we been calling games together? MADDEN Seventeen, I think. Pat just hands John the binoculars. IN HUDDLE Shane calls the play as they continue to move as one. SHANE U brown right, west 19 A lead. That's you, Mickey. Puke on him if you have to. ON HUDDLE The huddle stops and they break for the line of scrimmage. ON LEE He lines up face to face with the Patriots' defensive end. Lee breathes in the guy's face and the Patriot gags. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Hut! Lee runs right over the guy. He's quickly followed by Lamont with the ball. Lamont runs for eighteen yards and a first down. ON PATRIOT DEFENSIVE END He's waving for a substitute as he weaves off the field. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Very nice off tackle run by Lamont. Execution was letter perfect. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- That puts the Redskins in field goal range. And here comes Pacifico to see if he can get them on the board before the half ends. ON PACIFICO He flicks his smoke away as he runs out onto the field.

INT. BAR (QUEENS, NEW YORK) A guy sitting at the bar turns his head quickly to the televised game when he hears Pacifico's name. This is the same mafioso type who saw Lou kick the ball that knocked the godfather's hat off. Remember?

EXT. BIG O - ON SHANE - DAY He crouches down and waits for the snap from Evans. Pacifico lines himself up. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- This will be a forty - five yarder. That's a tough distance for your first N.F.L. field goal try. SHANE Hut! It's a perfect snap. Shane spots it, Pacifico belts it. And it goes through for three. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB They begin immediately singing `` Hail to the Redskins,'' a march always sung after a score. They and the sparse crowd in the stadium know and sing every word. ON PACIFICO He gets high fives all around. Then Bateman runs up and in his ecstasy, slaps Pacifico in the head. Pacifico goes down, knocked out cold. ON CHEERLEADERS Led by Annabelle, the girls are doing a stirring finale to `` Hail to the Redskins.''

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY (HALF-TIME) Everyone is lying on the floor. Shane has ice bags on his head, shoulder, elbow and both knees. Pacifico is getting smelling salts from a trainer as Bateman hovers nearby waiting to apologize. Mickey Lee is chewing ice. Cochran is reading his Bible. McGinty walks in and bends down to Shane. McGINTY -LRB- quietly. -RRB- You got to look for Murray over the middle. You got to trust me on this : he's a big, tough kid with good hands. SHANE We ca n't put three plays together without a penalty, a fumble of a fight. McGINTY You still got a whole half left. You're a thoroughbred out there running against a bunch a nags. You can pick these fuckers apart. Shane smiles through his pain. SHANE You're good. You're really good.

EXT. FIELD - DAY The Patriots have the ball. Their Quarterback drops back for a pass and throws it. ON WILKINSON Earl is covering the intended receiver. He deftly steps in front of the guy, and makes a diving catch. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL SUMMERALL Another terrific interception by Smith. That's his second. Madden starts shuffling through pages. MADDEN Yeah, this guy is a player. He finds the paper he's looking for. MADDEN According to the Redskins, Ray Smith. is. that's weird. No college given, no high school given. It just says he's been a resident of the state of Maryland for the last four years and five months. Likes to embroider.

EXT. FIELD - DAY Shane is walking toward the huddle. In his ear, he hears : McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Half your job is getting that huddle in the right mindset. Use your imagination, Shane. Shane stops short of the huddle. Everyone is looking at him. There is a beat and then Shane steps in. SHANE Okay, let's all take a few seconds to think about what we were doing for a living. just last week. Shane looks around the huddle. Everybody looks pained and/or depressed. SHANE Good. Let's kick ass. Red right pass 15 x hook. They break the huddle and Shane sets up over Evans. He glances over at Brian Murray. Murray is lined up in a three point stance at tight end. But his head is turned and he's looking directly at Shane. SHANE Red fifteen! Red fifteen! Hut! Shane nods on the snap. The front five, in the persons of Andre, Jamal, Reese, Mickey Lee and Cochran, hit out and simultaneously knock their men on their backs. Shane, with plenty of time, hits Murray over the middle for twelve yards. Shane looks over at the sidelines. McGinty is smiling. MONTAGE A -RRB- SHANE is under pressure but he rolls smoothly and rockets the ball downfield. Murray pulls it in for fifteen yards. B -RRB- SHANE rolls left off the shotgun, fights off a cornerback and throws back across field, complete to Lamont coming out of the backfield. C -RRB- PATRIOT is calling for a fair catch on a punt. He catches the ball but Bateman flies INTO FRAME and decks him. Flags fly. D -RRB- ANDRE AND JAMAL are blocking side by side, pushing their men back as Lamont squeezes through with the ball. E -RRB- EVANS is pass blocking like the all pro that he is. He knocks his man flat and then doubles up on Cochran's man. F -RRB- BATEMAN is pursuing a running back. He knocks down an official and runs right over him. Then he gets his hands on the running back and pushes him out of bounds and then knocks over a photographer. G -RRB- SHANE pumps once and then drills a twenty yard spiral. Clifford Franklin beats his man and dives for the ball. He bobbles it, and then squeezes it to his stomach as he hits the ground.

INT. BOOTH - DAY Madden uses his pen on the screen to try to explain a play. There are already lines everywhere. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- began with a Redskin end around, but Cochran, the pulling tackle ran into Falco's pitchout. see? -LRB- MORE. -RRB- MADDEN -LRB- V.O. ; CONT'D. -RRB- Right here, it bounced off his helmet. Then it was kicked by Landon and then Hayes touched it, I think, and then Green got a hand on it, and then Bellinski recovered it and then he lost it, and finally the ball took a crazy bounce right back into Falco's hands, look at his face here. He's as surprised as anybody! Falco then ran it back to just about the original line of scrimmage, executed the same play - an end around to Murray - and the Skins score. Welcome to Strike Football! ON PACIFICO Boom! He boots the extra point. Scoreboard : Patriots 17, Redskins 10.

EXT. FIELD - LATE AFTERNOON We're on the clock which shows one minute ten seconds left in the fourth quarter. ON HUDDLE It breaks and comes to the line of scrimmage. Shane drops into the shotgun. SHANE Hut, hut! Shane rolls left but there's a blitz! The cornerback is almost on him when Shane shifts and rolls the other way. ON FRANKLIN He's wide open five yards from the goal line. ON SHANE They're breathing down his back. SHANE'S POV He sees Franklin and cocks his arm. Suddenly, opposing jerseys are everywhere. Shane dumps the ball. He's immediately decked by a defensive end. ON BALL We watch the flight of it in SLOW MOTION. We FOLLOW it right INTO the hands of. a New England Patriot defensive back. ON SHANE He's down and not moving. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB They scream in despair. ON ANNABELLE She falls to her knees in pain. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Falco is intercepted. That's too bad. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Yeah, and it looks like he's hurt, too. He was really starting to put it together here in the fourth quarter. Only forty - eight seconds now left on the clock. ON SHANE He's helped off the field and onto the bench. ON McGINTY He grabs Bateman before he can run out onto the field. McGINTY Danny. -LRB- very slowly. -RRB- Get me the ball. BATEMAN The ball. Okay, Coach. He runs out onto the field. ON PATRIOTS They line up. PATRIOT QB Hut, hut, hut! The quarterback hands off to the running back right up the middle in a typical `` run out the clock'' play. BAM! Bateman comes out of nowhere, decks the runner and literally rips the ball out of his hands as he goes down. ON CROWD They go wild! ON ANNABELLE She does a cartwheel. ON McGINTY He's leaning over a groggy Shane on the bench. McGINTY Do n't shake your head at me. You are going back in there. You are gon na run the same god damn play, you are gon na throw the ball to Franklin again and this time, he's gon na score. SHANE I ca n't. McGinty grabs some smelling salts from a hovering trainer. He shoves them under Shane's nose. Shane is suddenly very awake. McGINTY You are the only one in this entire stadium who can do it. Do you understand me? You can do something no one else can do. So, start right here. Start living your destiny. Or give it up for good. Right here. Right now. Shane stares at him. Then he stands up, wobbles and puts on his helmet. ON HUDDLE They're all turned and watching as Shane makes his way slowly out onto the field. Annabelle watches him closely. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Here comes Falco with eighteen seconds left on the clock. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I'm surprised to see him again after that shot he took from Bellinski. ON HUDDLE It breaks and Shane stands over Evans and looks out at the defense. Nasty - looking linebackers and cornerbacks stare at him. SHANE 22 green! His voice cracks and several defensive players openly laugh at him. Shane gets an idea. SHANE Check! Black 43! Black 43! ON ANDRE He's down in a three - point stance facing a defender. He whispers to Reese : ANDRE What's that mean? REESE -LRB- whispering back. -RRB- He's changing the play. Listen! SHANE Black 43! MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- It's a long count. Falco could be calling an audible. ON LAMONT He shifts position in the backfield. LAMONT -LRB- to Shane. -RRB- Is this right? SHANE -LRB- shaking his head. -RRB- Black 43 left! Lamont shifts again. Clifford goes in motion from his flanker position but then changes his mind and goes back the other way. Lamont and Clifford then bump into each other. ON PATRIOT DEFENSE They are totally confused now as they try to adjust to the equally confused Redskins. ON McGINTY He looks extremely pissed. ON SHANE SHANE Hut! Hut! He turns to hand the ball off to Lamont but Lamont is not there. Shane turns the other way and sees Lamont just standing there looking at him. Shane runs over to him and hands him the ball. Meanwhile, the Patriot defense is going the other direction. Lamont takes off. One cornerback is not taken in. The guy dives for Lamont's legs. We hear a CLANK as the cornerback's HELMET hits Lamont's industrial KNEE BRACE. The guy bounces off and Lamont trots into the end zone. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Lamont scores! MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Whoa! Falco calls an audible at the line of scrimmage and Lamont takes it in! Shane, meanwhile, is looking at McGinty on the sidelines. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- -LRB- in Shane's helmet. -RRB- I guess you saw something I did n't. Shane nods vigorously. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Do n't try to bullshit me, pal. You did n't want it. Winners always want the ball with the game on the line. You know that. Shane looks down. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Alright. The play is. waggle right, drag hook. You understand? Shane nods. ON O'NEIL He looks ten years younger as he and Augustine watch. SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- With eight seconds remaining, Pacifico will try the extra point that will send this game into overtime. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- This turned out to be one hell of a contest, Pat! ON PACIFICO He sets up for the kick. ON SHANE He waits for the snap. ON BRIAN MURRAY He sets up at his flanker position. SHANE Hut! Shane catches the snap and pitches the ball out to Murray from his holding position. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- It's a fake! The Patriot right defensive end breaks through and reaches for Murray. The only person in his way is Shane, still kneeling in the holding position. Shane screams as the huge lineman trips over him and then falls on him. Murray sweeps around the right side and scores untouched. Redskins win. Everybody goes nuts. ON O'NEIL He pounds on Augustine. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB They pound on each other. Hail to the Redskins is deafening. ON McGINTY He just smiles. ON SHANE He's still under the defensive end. Reese Evans pulls the guy off and bends down to Shane. REESE We won, Shane. We won! Shane manages a painful smile.

INT. WASHINGTON HILTON - BAR - NIGHT It's packed with players, friends and assorted groupies. Pacifico is smoking and talking non - stop to a group who hang on his every word. Andre is already passed out at a booth. Jamal supports one side of Andre so he does n't fall over. Murray is signing to several fans who sign back. Clifford Franklin signs autographs. Earl Wilkinson, dressed to the nines, is dancing close and slow with a gorgeous woman. Shane is at the bar and he's not in good shape. He's got cuts and bruises visible and every time he moves he grimaces. The martinis are starting to help, however. He's talking to a stunning WOMAN IN RED. SHANE ultimately, it's a pain thing, you know? I mean, it's Darwinian, the survival of the numbest. Whoever can take the pain most, gets the largest contract. It's sick. He finishes his martini and throws the olive over his shoulder. WOMAN IN RED Exactly. Let me buy you another. She signals to the bartender. WOMAN IN RED I do n't know how you do it. I hate pain. Pain is a no no as far as I'm concerned. Shane gets his new drink, takes a sip and visibly slumps at the bar. SHANE -LRB- slurring. -RRB- I'm glad that you are concerned. WOMAN    IN RED Hey, are you alright? I'll take you up to your room, if you like. Shane looks at her closely. SHANE I would like. CUT TO : :

INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT Shane weaves down the hallway with the Woman In Red. They stop at a door. SHANE Here's home. Shane fumbles for a key. Another stunning - looking woman suddenly appears from down the hall. This is the WOMAN IN BLUE. WOMAN IN RED A friend of mine is going to join us, okay? WOMAN IN BLUE Hi. Ready to party? She checks the hallway, takes the key from Shane and sticks it in the lock. SHANE -LRB- looking at both women. -RRB- Oooooh. Bookends. WOMAN IN BLUE And you're the book, baby. Suddenly, Annabelle Farrell appears in the hallway. ANNABELLE -LRB- to the girls. -RRB- Go away. Both of you. WOMAN IN RED Fuck off! Crack! Annabelle punches her in the nose with a straight right hand. The girl bounces off the wall. SHANE -LRB- to Annabelle. -RRB- These are my guests. WOMAN IN RED -LRB- now bleeding. -RRB- You crazy bitch! Both girls take off. SHANE Why did you do that? Annabelle opens the door. ANNABELLE You were about to be rolled. SHANE -LRB- as he enters. -RRB- That's what I was hoping.

INT. ROOM - NIGHT Annabelle is pulling the bed down as Shane falls into a chair. ANNABELLE They work the bar downstairs looking for drunk Redskins. Shane looks embarrassed. SHANE I guess they found one. ANNABELLE Do n't feel so bad. It's a rookie mistake. She turns and sees that he's already passed out. She looks at him not unkindly. Then she unbuckles his belt and starts pulling his pants off.

INT. ROOM - CLOSE ON SHANE'S BEAT UP FACE - DAWN as he opens his eyes. He rolls over and screams in pain. ON ANNABELLE She's wearing nothing but a Redskins' T - shirt. She quickly bends over him. ANNABELLE Here. Take this. SHANE -LRB- groaning. -RRB- What is it? ANNABELLE It's for the pain. Take it. It's only a little bit illegal. Shane takes it and swigs a glass of water. SHANE Oh, God. I've got to go to the bathroom. It's far away, is n't it? ANNABELLE I'll help. We'll just take our time. She helps him get out of bed. When he stands, he screams again. ANNABELLE Kidneys. SHANE Oh, man. My hair hurts. ANNABELLE You took a hell of a beating. The martinis did n't help, either. She walks him to the bathroom like an old man. He shuffles in and closes the door. ANNABELLE Do n't be afraid if you've got blood in your urine. That's normal. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Did you undress me? ANNABELLE Yes. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- And you. slept here with me? ANNABELLE Yes. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Did we? ANNABELLE Are you kidding? You were catatonic. He appears again at the door. SHANE No blood. ANNABELLE Good. Back to bed. He leans on her as she walks him back. He gets into bed with a moan. SHANE May I ask you a personal question? She nods. SHANE Do you do this for all Redskin quarterbacks? ANNABELLE Of course not. SHANE Then why me? Annabelle takes her time answering. ANNABELLE I do n't know. I guess I ca n't resist a man who can take a hit. SHANE I ca n't take a hit! Annabelle cradles his head. ANNABELLE Shhh. It's all in your head. Now, get some sleep.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY - DAY Annabelle walks up to Shane's door with a stack of newspapers. She enters.

INT. ROOM - DAY The bathroom door is closed. Annabelle talks to him anyway. ANNABELLE You're the golden boy in the press this morning. She reads a headline. ANNABELLE ` Falco scores big.'. -LRB- to herself. -RRB- Well. not really. -LRB- still reading. -RRB- Hey, a lot of the regular players are starting to cross the picket line. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Redskins? ANNABELLE It does n't say. Shane comes out of the bathroom dressed and ready to go. He's still moving slowly and in great pain. ANNABELLE Where are you going? SHANE McGinty called a dinner meeting with the whole team. Shane tries to put on his coat, but he's so sore he ca n't. Annabelle helps him. SHANE Thank you. Thanks for. everything. You saved my life. ANNABELLE No. Probably just your wallet and your watch. SHANE And that pill, that sure worked. ANNABELLE You're basic double D Vicodin. But be careful : It's habit - forming. The best stuff always is. There's another awkward silence. SHANE Well. ANNABELLE Ice both knees and that shoulder before bed.

EXT. CLIFFORD FRANKLIN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT Clifford, still carrying his football, comes out of his apartment in a third floor walk - up. He's wearing his Redskins jacket. As he turns around from locking his door, he stops dead in his tracks. All of Clifford's neighbors, all the way down both halls, are standing in front of their doors. They all start applauding. Clifford smiles from ear to ear. MONTAGE A -RRB- ANDRE AND JAMAL are trying to hail a cab on Wisconsin Avenue. Suddenly, one cab, then two, then four SLAM on their BRAKES. Cabbies hop out to open their doors for the brothers. B -RRB- ROLAND LAMONT walks down G Street with Brian Murray. Brian spots something in a store window and stops Roland. Roland gasps as he sees himself duplicated on ten TV screens in an appliance store. He's on tape being interviewed at a Redskins' practice. C -RRB- EARL WILKINSON dressed in casual chic, is moving quickly through Lord and Taylor's Department Store with two sales clerks in tow. He stops, grabs four cashmere sweaters, smells them, hands them to one clerk and moves on. D -RRB- LOU PACIFICO is standing in front of the White House. He has a line of ten people who are paying five bucks for an autographed picture of himself that he hands out from a huge stack.

EXT. PALM RESTAURANT - ESTABLISHING - NIGHT We see Shane walk in the door.

INT. PALM - NIGHT The Scabskins are all being served dinner in a private room. Mickey Lee is served a steak the size of a briefcase. Andre and Jamal get lobsters big enough to be pets. Ed O'Neil is being fed pureed asparagus by Augustine. When Augustine drops the napkin and bends over, O'Neil whispers urgently to Cochran who is enjoying a steak : O'NEIL I'll give you 50 thousand dollars for a bite of that steak! McGinty taps his glass at the head of the table and stands. McGINTY Alright, listen up : There have been a lot of rumors about the regular players crossing the picket lines. They are not rumors. Many union players have now seen the error of their ways and are coming back in droves. Apparently, Apparently, says. they have been struck with the realization that it is a blessing to be playing professional football. There is dead silence in the room. Everybody thinks it's over. McGINTY But they had their chance. Now it's your turn. Mister O'Neil and I have agreed to ban all striking players and to continue to go with you guys. There's a beat and then everyone breaks into cheers. Suddenly, the door flies open and a REPORTER and a cameraman step in and start filming. The Reporter shoves a microphone at McGinty. REPORTER Coach, what will be your strategy against New York this Sunday? Out in the restaurant, patrons see the players and a few break into `` Hail to the Redskins.'' Suddenly, the whole restaurant starts singing. Shane looks embarrassed. Pacifico stands up on his seat, and conducts the singing. Andre and Jamal hold their lobsters in the air and make them dance to the song.

INT. EDDIE MARTEL'S HOUSE - NIGHT We're ON a TELEVISION showing Pacifico conducting and the entire restaurant singing. Eddie Martel -LRB- Redskin quarterback -RRB- is watching the scene at home on the late local news. NEWSPERSON -LRB- V.O. -RRB-. The Palm patrons showed an impromptu appreciation tonight for the new Washington Redskins. They may be unknowns and far from superstars, but it sure looks like they have charmed the fans. Martel looks very angry.

INT. SHANE'S ROOM - NIGHT Shane answers his door. Annabelle is standing there. SHANE Hi. Come in. ANNABELLE No. She gives him a bottle of pills. ANNABELLE We do n't travel with the team. So, here's Tylenol with codeine, regular Vicodins, the magic bullet one that I gave you before, and a couple of Darvons if you actually break something. Pop'em in the ambulance. SHANE Wow. Thanks. ANNABELLE I'll be watching on TV. The Giants got back three of their four defensive linemen. Plus their middle linebacker. SHANE Yeah. I know. ANNABELLE What can I say? Go from the shotgun and scramble your ass off. Shane smiles at her. She suddenly grabs him and they kiss big - time. Then she breaks and walks quickly away. Shane does n't know what to make of this.

EXT. MEADOWLANDS (NEW JERSEY) - DAY We're DOWN ON the field in the middle of a play. Shane is running away from three New York Giant defensive linemen. Shane is not even looking for a receiver. He's looking to save his life. Finally, he's caught by a six - foot - five, two hundred and seventy pound defensive end named HANK MORRIS, who throws him down and lands on top of him. Oooof! MORRIS -LRB- in Shane's ear. -RRB- Hello, again!

INT. CONTROL BOOTH - ON SUMMERALL AND MADDEN - DAY They're back in their booth calling the game. MADDEN That's all - pro Hank Morris's third sack, his second here in the fourth quarter and the sixth of the day for the Giants. Falco is Falco is says. gon na be sore tonight. SUMMERALL If he can stay alive that long. Ten - three New York in what has turned out to be an incredible defensive duel.

EXT. STADIUM - DAY Jerome Lindell is once again outside the stadium, picketing with a smaller group of players. He does his interview on camera, standing in front of a huge semi - truck. And a big, overweight truck driver stands next to him. LINDELL because it's about brothers, and brotherhood and standing together against the oppressors. That's why I am so grateful to our Teamster brothers who have joined us here today in New York to protest the greed squad known as the N.F.L. owners. The truck driver suddenly pumps his arm and a CACOPHONY OF TRUCK AIR HORNS GO OFF. It's deafening but Lindell smiles through it all.

EXT. FIELD - DAY Shane is rolling out with Morris on his heels again. He ca n't find anyone open and runs out of bounds. IN HUDDLE Everybody is breathing hard, beat - up and exhausted. Shane leans in. SHANE -LRB- to Reese Evans. -RRB- You got to double up on Morris. EVANS He's too far outside for me to get to him. -LRB- to Cochran. -RRB- Bring him down and sit on him. COCHRAN He's huge! He's been beating the crap out of me all day! I feel like a rag doll out here. LEE I'll help this time. SHANE Okay. Spread left ` A' Right, roll right Half Back Sail. On two. They break. Shane sets up in the shotgun. SHANE Red, fifteen. Hut, hut! On the snap, Lee and Cochran double - team Morris. Morris slaps Cochran away like, well, a rag doll, and then confronts the Sumo master. He bumps stomachs with Lee. Lee flies through the air and lands on his ass. ON SHANE He spots his receiver, he cocks his arm and wham! Morris decks him. And, of course, lands on him. Oooof! MORRIS -LRB- to Shane. -RRB- It's just me, fuck - face! In order to get up, Morris puts one huge hand on Shane's helmet and pushes himself up. Shane moans as his face guard digs a four - inch hole in the turf. ON McGINTY He's talking into his mike. McGINTY You want a time - out? That looks like it hurt. Shane gets up. He's got a huge piece of turf stuck in his face guard so that for a beat, we ca n't even see him. Then he pulls out the dirt and grass, and we see Shane really pissed off for the first time. SHANE Huddle up! Everyone gathers around. SHANE Same thing. Except. -LRB- to Lee and Cochran. -RRB- Let him in. Do n't touch him. LEE What? EVANS Shane. SHANE Shut up! Let him through. On two. They break the huddle. Shane goes into a shotgun. SHANE Red fifteen. Hut! Hut! Shane does a three - step drop from the shotgun. Cochran and Lee hit out on either side of Morris, giving him a clear shot at Shane. Morris comes hard and fast. Shane looks downfield, winds up, turns and fires the ball at Morris's head. The ball goes like a bullet for five feet and then sticks like a dart in Morris's face guard. For a moment, Morris is blinded. And Shane is dumbfounded. Then Morris starts to wrestle the ball out of his mask. SHANE Get him! Andre and Jamal grab onto Morris who starts stumbling down field with the ball still stuck in his helmet. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Morris intercepts! Wait! The ball is stuck in his face! But Morris wo n't go down. He's still trying to pry the ball loose as he throws off Jamal. Then he shakes off Andre. ON BRIAN MURRAY He's in SLOW MOTION in midair, diving towards Morris. MURRAY'S POV It's absolutely QUIET -LRB- he's deaf, remember? -RRB- as he soars towards Morris's head, helmet and ball. Wham! Murray's full body weight hits Morris in the helmet, which flies off and rolls across the field with the ball still stuck in it. OUT OF THE SILENCE, we suddenly hear the hit and the crowd roar. Morris goes down like a building with Murray buried in his throat. ON ROOM -LRB- D.C. -RRB- Todd, Rod and Bob are destroying Todd's den in reaction to the hit. ON ANOTHER LIVING ROOM Annabelle is screaming `` Whoa!'' to that hit. ON O'NEIL AND AUGUSTINE They're watching ON TV. O'NEIL Now that's a hit! ON BALL AND HELMET It's in the very chubby hands of Mickey Lee, who is rumbling downfield with the fumble/helmet recovery. New York players have been slow to pick this up because they, too, have been admiring the lick that Murray put on Morris. Suddenly, the whole team is chasing Lee. They catch him pretty easily at the twenty, but Lee represents a lot of weight. Lee staggers across the ten, shaking players off left and right. One defensive halfback sacrifices himself and throws himself at Lee's feet. Lee trips over the guy, gains his footing again, walks on the guy -LRB- who screams in agony -RRB- and falls into the end zone carrying three players with him. ON MADDEN AND SUMMERALL John is beside himself. MADDEN Lee scores! Lee scores! Lee scores! I love to see a fat guy score! ON LEE He gets up in jubilation, spikes the ball/helmet combination, and runs through the back of the end zone. But he does n't stop. He's aiming for a low wall that separates the first row of fans from the field. ON FOUR FANS They see Mickey rumbling at them and they all get the picture at the same time. They scream! ON MICKEY He launches himself into the stands in ecstasy. ON FOUR FANS Crunch! Lee lands on all four of them. ON FOOTBALL It's hiked into Shane's hands and Pacifico boots the extra point. ON SCOREBOARD `` Giants 10 - Redskins 10 TIME REMAINING : 58 seconds.'' ON SIDELINE Murray and Lee are getting congratulations from everyone. PACIFICO -LRB- to Murray. -RRB- What a hit! -LRB- slower. -RRB- What a hit! Murray nods that he understands. EVANS -LRB- to Murray. -RRB- I'm proud of you, kid. Jamal and Andre are hugging Lee. In the b.g., we can see paramedics lifting one of Lee's four fans onto a stretcher. ANDRE You're the one, you're the one, you're the one. LEE You think that's worth a shoe deal? McGinty walks into the middle of it. McGINTY Stop with the lovefest! Let's get the goddamn ball back and win this thing!

EXT. FIELD - DAY We're CLOSE ON Bateman as he lines up for the kick - off. Everybody in the stadium knows that an on - side kick is coming. Bateman is standing in the hot spot for recovering the ball. Shane and everyone with decent hands is on the field. Pacifico lines it up and boots it ten yards. The ball takes a crazy hop, hits a Giant, and ricochets off him. Bateman runs over two guys and grabs the ball on the bounce. He's got it. But Bateman does n't go down. He turns and starts running across the field. Shane runs after him. SHANE No! Danny, go down! You're using up the clock! But Bateman likes this new job : kick - off returner! Especially after he runs over a Giant and stiff - arms another. Bateman is finally trapped on the far sideline after gaining perhaps eight yards. So, he turns and starts running back the other way. Shane has been chasing him and now sees Bateman running back at him. Shane has no choice but to throw himself in front of Bateman's legs. Bateman goes down. Shane jumps up : SHANE -LRB- to ref. -RRB- Time out! Bateman looks up at Shane. BATEMAN Beautiful tackle, Shane! SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Now that's something you do n't see everyday! ON CLOCK Bateman has burned up most of the clock. Eighteen seconds remain. ON SIDELINE McGinty, Shane and Pacifico confer. SHANE We got time for one play, but if we do n't get it out of bounds, the game is over. McGINTY Yeah, but you're looking at a sixty - five yard kick from here. PACIFICO -LRB- smoking a butt. -RRB- No problem. SHANE Seriously? PACIFICO -LRB- to Shane. -RRB- You hold it. I'll kick it. McGinty looks at Shane and they both shrug. McGINTY What the fuck. ON SUMMERALL AND MADDEN Madden ca n't believe it. MADDEN I ca n't believe it! McGinty is gon na let Pacifico try the field goal from sixty - five yards out! SUMMERALL Hey, John, this kid has got a heck of a foot. STRAM But sixty - five yards? Come on! ON SHANE He's set up to receive the snap. Pacifico lines himself up the way soccer - style kickers do. Then he takes a drag on his smoke, and flicks it away. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Pat. did he just? I think that guy is smoking on the field! SUMMERALL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- No, I think you imagined that one, John. Shane looks at Pacifico and his clean uniform. Then Shane looks at his own uniform which is covered with blood, dirt, and grass stains. Pacifico looks clean. SHANE You look great, Lou, you know that? Pacifico is really touched. LOU Really? Thanks, Shane. That means a lot to me. Shane turns to Evans who smiles at him between his own legs. SHANE Hut! The snap is perfect. Pacifico boots the shit out of it. ON BALL End over end, yard after yard, it flies straight and true. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- It's straight enough! If it's got the distance, it's. The ball hits the crossbar and goes over. MADDEN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Good! Redskins win! Everybody goes crazy. Players are pounding on Pacifico. But Pacifico is desperately looking around for someone. He spots him : It's Bateman running flat - out across the field to congratulate him. Pacifico runs for his life.

INT. APARTMENT DOOR - NIGHT Shane knocks. After a beat, the door opens and Annabelle is standing there rubbing her eyes. She's wearing a cut - off Redskin jersey. ANNABELLE Are you hurt? SHANE No. Not really. ANNABELLE You're getting used to being slapped around. That's a good sign. SHANE I. Nothing comes out. ANNABELLE Would you like to come in and make love? SHANE Yes. No. I'm here because. I do n't want to be alone. ANNABELLE Most of the world feels that way. You do n't have to be embarrassed about it. SHANE But to tell you the truth. I'm kind of scared of you. Annabelle takes that in and thinks about it. ANNABELLE I wo n't hurt you. She takes his hand and leads him inside.

INT. ANNABELLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Annabelle is giving Shane a slow, sensuous, full - body massage. It's lucky for us he's on his stomach. Shane does a lot of moaning as Annabelle's fingers work their magic. She gets to a place on his shoulder that's especially tender. He moans even louder. ANNABELLE That shoulder is going to need special handling. Annabelle pulls her jersey off and gently presses her breasts into Shane's back. Shane puts a pillow over his head to drown out the ecstasy. After a beat, he pulls the pillow away. SHANE You know what hurts worse than my shoulder? ANNABELLE I ca n't imagine. SHANE Their defensive end punched me in the mouth. Annabelle starts laughing. SHANE Seriously. It's killing me. Annabelle is laughing hard now as Shane rolls over.

INT. ANNABELLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT Shane and Annabelle are in a close, after - sex kind of cuddle thing. Shane is unburdening himself. SHANE after that game, after being beaten that badly in front of the whole country, after humiliating myself, my team, my school, my family, I mean - did you know that I set two Sugar Bowl records?! I was sacked eleven times! I threw six interceptions! ANNABELLE Okay. Calm down. SHANE Anyway, after that, I could never seem to adjust in the pros. I was too scared. I lost my balls. We see Annabelle's hand move slightly under the covers. ANNABELLE Well, they're back. SHANE You know what I mean. My nerve. I lost the edge you need to play this game. ANNABELLE I do n't believe that. I do n't think it just goes away. It was only one bad day, Shane. Everybody has those. SHANE No. Somehow, I convinced myself that I could n't ever win the big game. I got so down, that I was afraid to be playing when a game was on the line. I was afraid to screw up. That's the sure sign of a loser. From there, it was n't very far to thinking that I'll never win, that I did n't deserve to win at anything. Including love. ANNABELLE You're wrong. You're winning now. You're winning me. They kiss real good.

EXT. O'NEIL MANSION - MORNING It's a huge town house in Foggy Bottom. Its entrance is now lined with REPORTERS. One is speaking ON CAMERA to his anchor. REPORTER Bob, I'm standing in front of Redskins owner, Edward Frances O'Neil's home and all we know right now is that the Washington player previously known as Ray Smith is in fact Earl Samuel Wilkinson. INSERT We see two photographs of Earl : One with his current beard and the other, his clean - shaven mug shot of five years ago. REPORTER -LRB- O.S. -RRB- the All Pro Miami Safety who was serving five to seven years in the Maryland state penitentiary for three counts of aggravated assault. As you may recall, one of those counts was against a Baltimore City police officer and resulted in that officer being hospitalized for quite some time.

INT. STUDIO - ANCHOR He's doing his sports segment from the studio. ANCHOR Any idea how Wilkinson's identity was discovered and who leaked it to the media? REPORTER No, Bob, but rumor has it that the National Football League Player's Association had something to do with it. ANCHOR Thanks, Hank. -LRB- TO CAMERA. -RRB- In other N.F.L. news, almost sixty percent of the regular players have now crossed the picket lines and more are crossing every day. The strike, now in its second week, is expected to go out with a fizzle. Most experts think that the Monday night Dallas/Washington game will be the last with replacement players. But even that game will feature at least 75 percent of the regular Cowboys. Coach James McGinty will try to make it a perfect three and O with a team made up totally of replacement players. Well. and one felon. -LRB- pause. -RRB- That we know of.

INT. O'NEIL'S BEDROOM - DAY McGinty stares out the window at the reporters as Augustine feeds O'Neil soup. McGINTY Stop worrying. The N.F.L. does n't care if he played under an assumed name. Everything was legal. He was let out on a work release program. He'll be kept under house arrest but he'll still be able to play. O'NEIL Where are we gon na keep him? McGINTY In the stadium. We'll fix up something comfortable for him and he'll get his exercise by kicking the shit out of N.F.L. receivers. O'NEIL How did you pull that off? McGINTY How else? With your money. O'NEIL -LRB- to Augustine. -RRB- Take this cow piss out of here. AUGUSTINE You used to love asparagus soup. They say that when the taste buds go, you're at the beginning of the end. Augustine leaves with the tray. McGINTY I want to keep Falco after the strike ends. As Martel's back - up. O'NEIL Let's keep'em all. The hell with the regulars. McGINTY You've got to take the union players back once the strike ends. It's part of the collective bargaining agreement. O'NEIL The hell I do! I'm dying! Let'em sue me. McGINTY They'll do worse than that. They'll close They'll close says. down the stadium. O'NEIL God damn'em! Then you got to beat Dallas. The whole country will be watching. All those millionaires down there deserve to have their noses rubbed in it. McGINTY Ed, let's be honest : beating Dallas is gon na be a hell of a trick. O'NEIL You can pull it off. You proved that winning does n't have to look pretty. These boys are hungry for it, Jimmy. -LRB- MORE. -RRB- O'NEIL -LRB- CONT'D. -RRB- There's nothin' more dangerous in all of sports than a hungry team. I remember back in' 47, we were playing Nebraska in the mud. McGINTY -LRB- interrupting. -RRB- Ed, I'm begging you - no Notre Dame stories. O'NEIL Okay, Jimmy, okay. But you beat Dallas for me, and then I'll go gently into that night.

INT. CAR SHOWROOM - DAY We're ON Mickey Lee, who is wearing his Redskin game jersey with no pads. He's stuffed into a Cadillac Brougham, a big - ass version of the Caddy. He's talking directly TO US. LEE You'll score, too, with a Cadillac from Coleman Cadillac. It's a big car for a big man. Mickey is very wooden as a spokesperson. He tries again. LEE -LRB- same thing. -RRB- You'll score, too, with a Cadillac from Coleman's Cadillac. It's a big car for a big man. DIRECTOR -LRB- O.S. -RRB- That's good, Mickey, that's real good. Let's try it again. Mickey looks game. MONTAGE A -RRB- EXT.. STADIUM Andre, Jamal, Brian Murray, Roland Lamont, Daniel Bateman, Lou Pacifico and Shane are standing outside the stadium after practice. They are all mobbed by autograph seekers. All of them are signing as fast as they can. B -RRB- EXT.. WASHINGTON MONUMENT The guys are on the grounds of the Washington Monument. They are lined up against a bunch of little kids. Shane takes the snap. -LRB- The ball is a miniature rubber football. -RRB- All the linemen fall down. The kids blitz and sack Shane for a big loss. Annabelle watches and laughs and claps. C -RRB- MICKEY LEE still crammed into the Cadillac. He looks exhausted and pissed. LEE -LRB- in a monotone. -RRB- You'll score, too, with a Cadillac from Coleman Cadillac. It's a big car, for a big man. DIRECTOR -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Okay. Good. That was good. Let's try it again. LEE -LRB- exploding. -RRB- What?! I'm not doing it again! Who are you, Orson Welles?! This is nuts! Lee tries unsuccessfully to get out of the car. D -RRB- ALL REPLACEMENT PLAYERS are lined up in Redskin jerseys, minus pads. It's team picture day and everyone looks happy to be there.

INT. HILTON - NIGHT Shane walks down the hall to his room. He enters.

INT. SHANE'S ROOM - NIGHT He walks in and closes the door. When he turns around, Eddie Martel, ex - Washington Redskin quarterback, is sitting on Shane's bed. Two defensive linemen - types stand by the window. SHANE What's this? MARTEL This is a visit. SHANE A visit. Who let you in? MARTEL I used to nail one of the housekeepers. SHANE Lucky girl. MARTEL -LRB- pointing to the linemen. -RRB- You know who these guys are, do n't you? SHANE Dallas Cowboys. Howdy. MARTEL You'll be seeing a lot of these guys tomorrow. SHANE What do you want? MARTEL Who, me? Not much. But these boys wanted a little head start on you. There's a beat and then Shane suddenly bolts for the door. But the two linemen grab and hold him. SHANE I'm flattered that you actually think we have a chance to win. MARTEL It can be a game of luck. And under no circumstances can we allow a scab team to go three and O. Especially against the Dallas Cowboys. It's just not good for the game. SHANE Is the union behind this ` visit'? MARTEL I ca n't really say, Shane. By the way, have you ever tried throwing a football with bruised ribs? He kicks Shane viciously in the side. Shane screams. MARTEL The pain makes it damn near impossible. The linemen drops Shane on the floor. MARTEL And one other thing : I want you to stay away from Annabelle. Shane is gasping on the floor. MARTEL The sad fact is she wo n't give me the time of day. But you ca n't have everything I want. I ca n't let that happen. So, you got ta stop seeing her. Just on principle. Martel viciously kicks Shane again. Shane screams. MARTEL Let me hear you say it. Shane is trying to get his breath. MARTEL Come on. You can do it. SHANE -LRB- barely visible. -RRB- I wo n't go out with her anymore. MARTEL Good. -LRB- to the linemen. -RRB- Gentlemen? -LRB- to Shane. -RRB- Hey, have a great game! They move toward the door.

EXT. BIG O - MAGIC HOUR Once again, fans stream into the parking lots. In a corner of a lot, Jerome Lindell is once again holding forth ON CAMERA. But this time, he's standing with a hard - looking guy in a suit, named MATHESON. LINDELL I think that Mister Matheson here, and myself, are very close to an agreement that will put the ` pro' back in pro - football. REPORTER Mister Matheson, what are the sticking points in the negotiations as far as the owners are concerned? MATHESON Only one : that the players immediately go back to work with no change in the existing contract. Lindell looks uncomfortable. But he smiles anyway.

INT. MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL BOOTH - NIGHT The familiar `` MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL THEME SONG'' is just ending. AL MICHAELS does his on camera intro. AL Good evening from the Big O here in Washington D.C. where the mighty Dallas Cowboys take on the Cinderella Washington ` Scabskins' as they have come to be known. Hi, I'm Al Michaels and we are witnesses to a unique matchup tonight as Shane Falco and a contingent of strike players go up against the entire regular squad of the Dallas Cowboys. Yes, you heard right : every Cowboy has now crossed the picket line, some as late as this afternoon, and they will all play tonight. Can a rag tag group of hasbeens and castoffs stand up to what was once called America's team? And what about the strike itself? It has been so ineffective that many predict it will be over before this game ends. Stay tuned as Boomer and Dan join me for strike ball, D.C. style.

EXT. STADIUM - MAGIC HOUR Eddie Martel, Wilson Jones and other regular Redskins take their seats on the fifty yard line.

INT. REDSKIN LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT Everyone is just about dressed in their uniforms and ready to go. Lou Pacifico enters in street clothes and starts undressing quickly. He looks worried. Shane watches Lou for a beat. We see Shane shift his upper body and grimace. McGinty enters and pulls Shane aside. McGINTY Congratulations. It's official. You're staying on after the strike. Shane smiles in spite of the pain. McGINTY It's probably better that you not say anything to the rest of the guys until after the game. Okay? SHANE Whatever you say, Coach. McGinty walks into the middle of the locker room and goes into pre - game speech mode. McGINTY Alright, listen up. The strike is just about history. By tomorrow, you will no longer be Redskins. It's important that you leave here, however, with the knowledge that you have made a difference in your own life, in the owner's life - or what's left of it - and especially the fans'. You have proven to a skeptical America that sports is not about contracts, or agents or shoe deals. Sports is about rising to the occasion. We We says. have one more opportunity tonight to do that, one more chance to show what heart is all about. The Dallas Cowboys are waiting out there to kill you. I expect nothing less than for you to win even in your death throes. We have a powerful weapon on our side tonight : there is no tomorrow for most of you. And that makes you very dangerous people. Use it.

EXT. STADIUM - DAY Boom! Pacifico belts the kick - off deep into the end zone. Touchback. ON AL, DAN AND BOOMER The three hosts sit in shirtsleeves and ties, headphones on. AL That is one very big leg on Lou Pacifico. He's a big reason why this strike team is two and 0. DAN But the fact is, a kicker does not an offense make. I think tonight the Scabskins will have a very rude awakening. BOOMER But you have to admit, Dan, Falco is proving to be the real thing. DAN Well, Boomer, no, I do n't have to admit anything. BOOMER -LRB- rolling his eyes. -RRB- Here we go. Everybody laughs politely.

EXT. FIELD - DAY Bam! Earl Wilkinson flattens a Dallas punt returner. He's now wearing a jersey with his real name on the back. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB Bob is dressed in a striped convict suit with Wilkinson's number on it. He gets high fives from Todd and Rod for Wilkinson's hit. ON SHANE He walks out onto the field to join the huddle. ANNABELLE Shane! He turns and sees a smiling Annabelle. Shane gives her a guilty wave and then cringes with the pain of just having to lift his arm. ON LINE OF SCRIMMAGE The Redskins line up. Cochran is opposite Butler, the big tackle that `` visited'' Shane's room. COCHRAN -LRB- to Butler. -RRB- I just want to say what an honor it is to play opposite you. And if it's not too much trouble, I would love to have your autograph. BUTLER No problem. SHANE -LRB- O.S. -RRB- Hut! Hut! On the snap, Butler bashes Cochran's head with his forearm and knocks his helmet off. Then he runs over him. ON SHANE He under - throws a very weak - looking pass to Lamont. Shane grits his teeth against the pain. ON COCHRAN He's dazed and still on the ground. Butler walks over and bends down to him. BUTLER I'm gon na autograph your body with bruises, you scab - ass son of a bitch!

EXT. FIELD - DAY Shane is in the backfield, once again running for his life. He's rolling left with Butler on his heels. He throws another weak incomplete pass to Murray. Shane is crushed by Butler after he throws the ball. BUTLER How's that side feel? SHANE -LRB- grimacing. -RRB- Like Christmas morning. Butler leans on Shane's side as he gets up. Shane gasps with pain. ON McGINTY He's watching Shane closely. Then he talks into his mike. McGINTY What's the matter with your arm? Are you alright? ON AL, DAN AND BOOMER They're watching the replay on their monitor. Dan is very happy. DAN What pursuit! Butler never gave up on him. That's a 270 - pound guy who moves like a halfback. BOOMER Dan, I think Butler's hit on Falco was late, to tell you the truth. DAN Well, of course you do. You were a wimp quarterback. AL Easy, guys. Some laughter. FIRST - HALF MONTAGE A -RRB- DALLAS KICKER Boom! The Dallas kicker puts away the extra point after a score. ON SCOREBOARD Dallas 7, Washington 0. B -RRB- SHANE is under pressure as he rolls out. When a defensive lineman gets close, he throws the ball away like we've seen him do before. A defensive back intercepts. Dallas's ball. C -RRB- BALL Boom! The ball goes through the uprights for a Dallas field goal. ON SCOREBOARD Dallas 10, Washington 0. D -RRB- AUGUSTINE massages O'Neil's feet as the old man watches the game. He looks worried. E -RRB- PACIFICO smokes and stalks the sidelines. He looks up into the stands and sees the mafioso type looking down at him. F -RRB- SHANE steps up in the pocket. He looks downfield but in the face of the pass rush, he throws the ball weakly out of bounds. G -RRB- LEE is pass - blocking but the first guy spins him around and the second guy runs right around him. H -RRB- BATEMAN is double - teamed on a pass rush. He spins but he can get no leverage against his opponents. When the play ends, he pushes one of them. A penalty flag flies by. I -RRB- ROLAND LAMONT takes a pitch out, is immediately hit hard and loses the ball. A cornerback picks it up and takes it all the way for a Dallas score. J -RRB- WILKINSON steps up and bats a ball away from a Dallas receiver. A flag flies. Wilkinson argues the call. K -RRB- COCHRAN is lined up across from Butler. On the snap, Butler slaps Cochran in the face mask with his big, fat club of a hand. Cochran disappears OUT OF FRAME. L -RRB- DALLAS KICKER Boom! The Dallas kicker puts away the extra point after a Dallas touchdown. SCOREBOARD Dallas 24, Washington 0. M -RRB- EDDIE MARTEL, WILSON JONES AND OTHER REDSKINS sitting in the stands look satisfied.

EXT. FIELD - DAY The Redskins huddle. Shane is in pain. He looks up at the clock. ON CLOCK There's thirty - two seconds left in the half. SHANE Okay. Red right 15 X hook. The break the huddle and come to the line of scrimmage. SHANE 15 X hut! Shane rolls right and looks downfield. He holds the ball and keeps rolling. No one can get open. Suddenly, Lamont cuts in front of him and yells : LAMONT Shane! Lamont sees an open lane and Shane follows him. He eats up 15 yards before two defensive halfbacks close in. Lamont throws an incredible block and takes out both guys. Shane blows by and heads for the end zone. Only a safety stands between Shane and pay dirt. CLOSE ON SHANE His side is killing him with every step he takes. When the safety moves up on him, Shane panics and goes down in the same kind of slide that Eddie Martel did in the beginning. Boom! The GUN SOUNDS and the half ends. Shane sees Redskin trainers running out onto the field. He turns and sees Lamont rolling on the ground in pain as he holds his bad knee.

INT. MONDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL BOOTH - NIGHT The boys are doing their half - time stand up. AL That's the end of the first half and not surprisingly, it was all Dallas. The Cowboys had over two hundred yards offensively versus Washington's frankly pathetic thirty - eight yards. That's total offense. Falco got close to scoring on the last play of the half but he appeared to have slipped. By the way, running back Roland Lamont was hurt on that play and word is he's on his way to the hospital. DAN Al, the battle is being fought and won in the trenches. You ca n't expect a bunch of pick - up players to stand up to a professional pass rush like the Cowboys. BOOMER There's still a whole half left, Dan. And remember, Falco is proving to be a second - half quarterback. DAN You got to be kidding. BOOMER Those big, fat boys in the trenches get awful tired. You ought to know that, Dan. No laughter. AL Okay, let's join Chris Berman with our half - time show. Chris? After a beat we hear : DIRECTOR -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Clear! AL What's wrong with you guys?! BOOMER He started it. DAN I did not! You called me fat! BOOMER I did not! But you are! Dan reaches across Al and grabs Boomer by the throat. AL Stop it! The three of them start wrestling in the booth.

INT. REDSKIN LOCKER ROOM - NIGHT Everyone is nursing a bruise or some sort of wound. Shane is nowhere to be seen. McGinty walks into the middle of the locker room. McGINTY Alright, listen up : The strike is officially over. They're announcing it on TV right now. So this is it, gentlemen. We have one half left to keep from being totally humiliated. You are better than the present score. You have nothing but your own self - respect riding on this game. It's up to you. Here's your swan song, people. How How says. are you gon na sing it? And with that he walks out. Everybody looks beaten and depressed.

EXT. OUTSIDE LOCKER ROOM - DAY Shane stops two paramedics who push Roland Lamont on a stretcher. Roland is really hurting. SHANE I'm sorry, Roland. That was a great block. ROLAND For my last play in football, I'll take that block. Shane looks terribly guilty. ROLAND I thought you were going to score. What happened? Did you slip? Shane ca n't look at him, but he nods. ROLAND That's what I thought. SHANE You were a warrior, Roland. I'm gon na miss you. ROLAND It was a dream come true. Go kick some ass for me. The paramedics roll him away. Shane slumps against the wall near tears. McGinty comes out of the locker room. He locks eyes with Shane for a beat. And then McGinty turns his back on him and walks away.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - DAY Everyone is quiet. Shane walks in. SID, the equipment manager, sees him and yells. SID Hey, Shane, I just heard. Congratulations! He smacks Shane on his bad side and Shane grimaces. WILKINSON Congratulations on what? SID Shane is staying on. He's gon na be Martel's backup. Everyone stares at Shane for a beat. ANDRE Is that true? SHANE Yes, Andre. It's true. Nobody says anything for a beat. FRANKLIN I got to tell you, Shane, you played the first half like you were staying. Like you already had a contract. Shane looks around the room at this beaten bunch. No one makes eye contact with him. SHANE You're right, Clifford. And I'm sorry. But now I want to go out there and either beat these bastards or die trying. I never wanted to beat anybody so bad in my life. Everybody lets this sink in. Earl Wilkinson finally speaks up. EARL I do n't know what yawl are doin' tomorrow, but my ass is goin' back to jail. But if I got ta go, I want to go back a winner. EVANS Hell, I'm retiring. I have thirty minutes of football left in my whole career. I'm homicidal! BATEMAN Me, too, Reese! EARL Let's get it on! Everybody turns to Shane. SHANE Gentlemen, our problem is the Cowboys are n't afraid of us. But they should be! LAMONT Damn straight! Everybody whoops! SHANE We've got one chance on offense to make our stand - the first play of the half. JAMAL One touchdown ai n't gon na help, Shane. SHANE No. But one nasty - ass play might. We just got ta be brave. And trust each other. Shane happens to glance at Pacifico. Pacifico wo n't meet his eye. Shane turns to Sid. SHANE Help me with this. Sid helps Shane strip his jersey off. Everyone reacts to the bruises on Shane's side. SHANE Somebody has to tape me up.

EXT. FIELD - NIGHT The Cowboys are already back on the field as the Redskins come out of their locker room. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- at nine - forty Eastern time, the agreement was reached, and except for this upcoming second half, the strike is history. ON AL, DAN AND BOOMER Boomer's tie is off and his shirt is torn. Dan looks guilty, but still angry. DAN It's about time. I say let the professionals back on the field. The fans deserve nothing less. BOOMER Yeah, you would say that. ON BALL The Dallas kicker puts the ball in the end zone for a touchback. ON SHANE He starts to follow the offense out on the field. Then he turns and sees Annabelle engrossed in a cheer. He runs over to her. ANNABELLE Are you okay? Is it your side? SHANE I'm okay. I owe you an apology. ANNABELLE What? You do? SHANE Yes. I'll explain later. But thank you for believing in me. You give me strength just looking at you. And with that, Shane takes her in his arms and kisses her deeply. The crowd on that side of the field reacts to the kiss with a `` Wooooooo!'' AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Well, this is a first. Shane Falco seems to be. BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Hell, Al, he's necking with a cheerleader! I've done a little of that in my time. DAN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- The players are not supposed to fraternize with the cheerleaders. BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Hey, Dan, what are they gon na do? Fire him?! ON SHANE He breaks the kiss and looks up in the stands at Eddie Martel. Shane gives him the finger. The crowd goes `` Wooooo!'' at that too. Martel does n't think this is funny. Shane walks onto the field leaving a confused but happy Annabelle. He walks past Dallas defensive lineman Butler. BUTLER That was n't too smart. SHANE Suck my dick. Butler is too shocked for a comeback. ON HUDDLE It breaks and Shane walks to the line of scrimmage. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Here we go, first and ten for the Redskins. Twenty - four zip Dallas. We can see now that Wilkinson and Bateman are now part of the offense. They line up as receivers opposite defensive halfbacks. In fact, everyone but Shane is on the line of scrimmage, paired up across from a cowboy. Shane leans over Reese and takes in the Dallas defense. The Dallas MIDDLE LINEBACKER yells at Shane. LINEBACKER Are you ready for more pain, footsteps? Shane just smiles. SHANE Blue thirteen! Blue thirteen! Hut! Hut! Hut! MONTAGE On the snap, many things happen at once : A -RRB- COCHRAN sticks his fingers inside Butler's face mask and pokes both eyes. Butler screams! B -RRB- SHANE throws the ball as hard as he can at the middle Linebacker and hits him in the crotch. The guy grabs himself and collapses. C -RRB- CLIFFORD FRANKLIN kicks his defender in the shins as hard as he can. The defender screams and falls down. D -RRB- BATEMAN gets a cornerback across from him in a choke hold. The guy ca n't breathe but Bateman holds on. E -RRB- WILKINSON lifts up his defender's face guard and connects with a right hand to the guy's chin. F -RRB- LEE pulls the defensive lineman in front of him to the ground. Then he falls on him. The guy screams. ON FIELD All across the line of scrimmage, Redskins are punching, kicking and gouging the Dallas defense. WHISTLES BLOW. Flags fly everywhere. Most of the Dallas players are down and screaming. Jamal stands across from a DEFENSIVE LINEMAN. He has n't touched the guy. But he nods to the player to look at his hand. The guy looks down just as Jamal flicks open a deadly - looking switchblade. The guy jumps back and yells : DEFENDER He's got a knife! But there is so much confusion that nobody pays any attention. Jamal slips the knife away. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Whoa! Flags fly everywhere! I've never seen anything like this! BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Unbelievable! One Washington player had a Cowboy in what appeared to be a police choke hold. DAN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I see at least five flags. no six! The officials are going crazy trying to figure out the penalties as Shane and the offense back up and make room for the Dallas medical staff who come running out on the field. Some Dallas players are livid : BUTLER -LRB- to the Ref. -RRB- He scratched my eyes out! LINEBACKER He hit me on purpose! ON McGINTY He's smiling to himself on the sidelines. ON REFEREE He faces the cameras, turns on his microphone and sums up the penalties. REF Unsportsmanlike conduct, number 72, number 81 and number 87 on the offense, fifteen yards. -LRB- to himself. -RRB-. times three. that's forty - five yards. Illegal use of hands, number 48 on the offense, fifteen yards. That makes it sixty yards. Unnecessary roughness number 65 and number 32, fifteen yards. that's, wait. forty - five. no, thirty. -LRB- turns to another ref. -RRB-. how many yards so far? ON BALL A ref is taking a very long walk with it. He stops at the Redskin two - yard line and puts it down. IN HUDDLE Shane leans in. SHANE Okay, everybody, stick together and don't take any shit. Let's make'em hurt! They break the huddle and line up with their backs to their goal. ON COCHRAN AND BUTLER Butler is still whining. BUTLER I ca n't believe you went for my eyes! COCHRAN Shut up! I'm gon na do it again'cause it was fun! ON SHANE SHANE Black 98! Black 98! Hut! ON COCHRAN He drops Butler with a vicious forearm. Shane flicks the ball over the middle to Murray who pulls it in for fifteen yards and a first down. MONTAGE - FOURTH QUARTER STUFF A -RRB- BATEMAN -LRB- now at running back -RRB- sweeps outside with Jamal and Reese Evans leading the way. Both linemen growl as they throw themselves into the defense. B -RRB- SHANE is rolling right with Butler on his heels. Just when it looks like Butler has him, Cochran comes out of nowhere and cuts Butler at the knees. Shane fakes a throw and keeps the ball for a fifteen - yard gain. C -RRB- SHANE hits Franklin with a short flick pass. D -RRB- BATEMAN runs off tackle and scores. E -RRB- PACIFICO kicks the extra point. Scoreboard : Dallas 24, Redskins 7. F -RRB- WILKINSON blitzes from his safety position and decks the Dallas quarterback. G -RRB- BATEMAN stops a runner at the line of scrimmage and throws him for a loss. H -RRB- WILKINSON takes a punt at his own thirty. With Bateman blocking, Wilkinson springs to the outside and goes all the way for a touchdown. Pacifico kicks the extra point. Scoreboard : Dallas 24, Redskins 14. I -RRB- DALLAS FIELD GOAL KICKER is set to boot one. The ball is snapped, the kicker moves forward and suddenly Brian Murray breaks through the offense and blocks the kick. J -RRB- SHANE hits Franklin on a little down and out. He's hit by the defender, the ball goes flying but so does a flag. Pass interference. Redskin first down. K -RRB- ON CLOCK Four minutes six seconds remain.

EXT. HUDDLE - DAY The Redskin huddle breaks. The guys come to the line of scrimmage. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- First and ten at the Cowboy twenty and I'm telling you, we are looking at a totally different team here in the second half. BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Absolutely, Al.. The Redskins are playing like there's no tomorrow, because, hey, there is n't! DAN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I got ta agree with you on this one. The surprising thing for me is how ineffectual the Cowboys have been in this half. I mean, they look totally intimidated. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- I love when you guys agree. ON SHANE He's in the shotgun calling signals. SHANE Hut! Hut! He gets the snap and starts looking downfield for receivers. ON COCHRAN He slips while he's blocking Butler who takes advantage of the situation and blows by him. ON SHANE He's got Franklin crossing in the end zone. He cocks and throws, and simultaneously gets decked by Butler. ON BALL A Dallas defensive halfback goes up for it but just tips the ball. It keeps going now end over end. right into the waiting arms of Franklin who is standing by himself in the end zone. Franklin is shocked. His teammates run INTO FRAME and mob him. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Touchdown, Skins! What a fluke! BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Total luck there, Al.. Makes up for the perfect ones they drop. DAN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Maybe not so lucky. Falco is down. ON SHANE He's on his back. ON ANNABELLE She looks worried as trainers run out onto the field. ON O'NEIL AND AUGUSTINE They're watching in O'Neil's bedroom. ON SHANE Trainers are bending over him. He's out but he's mumbling : SHANE Put your tits on my head. A trainer hears that and looks worried. Shane's teammates run up and carry him off the field. ON FRANKLIN He's holding for Pacifico on the extra point. On the snap, Franklin bobbles the ball but manages to put it down. Pacifico belts it through the uprights. Scoreboard : Dallas 24, Washington 21.

EXT. SIDELINE - DAY Shane is sitting on the bench holding his head and his side. He's talking quietly to McGinty. ON WILKINSON He's on the field calling for a fair catch. He makes it. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- one minute twenty remaining, and even though Dallas did n't score, they sure ate up a lot of the clock. ANOTHER ANGLE - WILKINSON He's leading the offense out onto the field. BOOMER -LRB- V.O. -RRB- And it looks like Falco can not answer the bell. He's still on the bench and it    appears that safety Earl Wilkinson will be leading the Redskin offense. DAN -LRB- V.O. -RRB- They just need to get the ball in field goal range. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- And for Pacifico, that's anything up to sixty - five yards. ANOTHER ANGLE - WILKINSON He takes the snap from the shotgun and keeps the ball on a sweep. He plows for twelve yards. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- That's good for twelve yards. The clock stops on the first down. The Redskins have no time - outs left. ON SHANE McGinty is still bent over him. McGINTY I need your hands in there for the field goal. I ca n't trust Franklin to hold. He almost dropped the extra point. Shane is in major pain but nods his head. SHANE I can do it. ON WILKINSON He rolls again, but no one is open. He crosses the line of scrimmage, is hit and goes down. ON CLOCK It continues to run and passes twenty seconds as we watch. ON REDSKINS They're hurrying back to the line of scrimmage. Wilkinson stands over center. On the snap, Wilkinson throws the ball out of bounds. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Wilkinson throws it away, and with twelve seconds remaining, the Redskins will try a forty - eight yard field goal to tie it up. That's almost a chip shot for Pacifico. ON SHANE He shakily follows Pacifico out onto the field. Reese Evans catches up with him. EVANS -LRB- to Shane. -RRB- Are you okay? SHANE Just make it a good snap. -LRB- to Pacifico. -RRB- And you'll do the rest, right? Pacifico does n't answer. ON BALL Evans leans over it. ON SHANE He's kneeling in the middle of the field waiting for the snap. But something is bothering him. SHANE -LRB- to Pacifico. -RRB- Lou, are you alright? Pacifico looks up from where he is set up for the kick. There are tears in his eyes. PACIFICO I'm sorry. They know where my family lives. Shane tries to digest what he just heard. SHANE What?! EVANS -LRB- through his legs. -RRB- Come on, Shane! Shane looks back at Pacifico and makes a decision. SHANE Hut! The ball is snapped perfectly. Shane catches it and spots it perfectly. Pacifico moves to kick it. And Shane pulls the ball away. Pacifico flies through the air like Snoopy as he kicks nothing but air. He lands hard. Shane jumps to his feet and starts running. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- It's a fake! Falco has it! ON McGINTY He's in shock. ON SHANE He has totally caught the Cowboys by surprise. He sweeps around the right side. The Dallas middle linebacker has recovered and is moving quickly to cut Shane off. But Reese Evans comes out of nowhere and crushes the guy with a flying block. Shane cuts downfield and heads for the end zone with nobody near him, except : For the same safety from the first half who waits for him at the ten. The safety smiles as he takes a bead on Shane. Shane heads right for the guy. He puts his head down and smacks helmets with the safety. The guy goes down and Shane runs over him and into the end zone. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Falco scores! ON McGINTY He jumps into the air. ON O'NEIL He jumps out of bed. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB They jump on each other. ON ANNABELLE She's jumping for joy. ON SHANE He spikes the shit out of the ball. And then sees something up field. AL -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Wait a minute. Wait a minute. We've got a flag down. Shane stands stock - still in the end zone watching the REF call the penalty. REF Clipping. Number 77 offense. ON MICKEY LEE He's wearing number 77 and he collapses in tears. ON TODD, ROD AND BOB They are now sobbing in agony. ON O'NEIL He's being helped back to bed by Augustine. ON SHANE He's walking slowly back to the line of scrimmage. ON McGINTY He looks sick. Shane walks up to Pacifico who is down. His arm is being immobilized by a team trainer. PACIFICO I broke my arm. -LRB- big smile. -RRB- Thank you. You saved my ass. Shane nods. In his earpiece, he hears McGinty. McGINTY -LRB- V.O. -RRB- Someday, you can explain what that was all about. We got no kicker, so you gotta take it in. Your pick. You're the leader. SHANE -LRB- to himself. -RRB- What would Unitas do in this situation? -LRB- pause. -RRB- I have no idea. Shane leans into the huddle. LEE I'm so sorry, Shane. I'm sorry, everybody. SHANE No problem, Mickey. -LRB- to Evans. -RRB- Hell of a hit, Reese. EVANS That's the one I was looking for. I can retire in peace now. SHANE Right after this play. So besides me, who really wants the ball? He looks around the huddle. He studies each face. And then he comes to rest on Brian Murray. Brian's eyes are shining. He does n't need words here. SHANE -LRB- to Murray. -RRB- Yeah. You want it, Brian. Let's hook up. -LRB- signs as he says it. -RRB- Blue left slot open ` A' right. Two Jet ` X' drive. On three. Gentlemen, it's been an honor sharing the field of battle. Everybody puts their hands into the middle. They break the huddle with a roar. ON CLOCK Three seconds are showing. ON LINE OF SCRIMMAGE Shane leans over Reese and calls it. SHANE Blue 58! Blue 58! Hut! Hut! Hut! Shane nods. On the snap, Shane rolls left. ON REESE EVANS He cuts his man at the knees. ON MICKEY LEE He takes two men down. ON MURRAY He cuts on a deep post. ON SHANE He steps up and throws a clean bullet downfield. He roars in pain as he throws it. ON MURRAY The pass is perfect. He pulls it in and beats his man to the end zone. Redskins win. ON CROWD It roars! `` Hail to the Redskins'' is deafening. Todd, Rod and Bob are screaming. O'Neil kisses Augustine. Annabelle throws a punch into the air. McGinty is all smiles. Shane walks up to him and they shake hands. Pilachowski and Banes hug. Lee and Andre are hugging and crying. Cochran is on his knees praying. Reese Evans joins him. Wilkinson hugs Jamal. Clifford Franklin, hometown boy, throws himself into the stands where fans mob him. ON EDDIE MARTEL The Washington Redskins first - string quarterback is so pissed off he jumps up from his seat and turns quickly to go up the steps and out of the stadium. But he slips awkwardly and falls. He grabs his knee and screams. ON BRIAN MURRAY He's still in the end zone, holding the ball up to the crowd. The roar is deafening. BRIAN'S POV We HEAR NOTHING, but somehow the pure energy of the moment comes through. ON SHANE IN the SILENCE, he's walking in SLOW MOTION toward Annabelle. And everybody is smiling. FADE OUT. THE END

Summary: A fictional pro football league finds themselves hit with a players' strike with the season still needing to be finished. Washington Sentinels owner Edward O'Neil calls a former coach of his, Jimmy McGinty, telling McGinty that he and the rest of the teams are going to finish the final four games of the season with replacement players. O'Neil asks McGinty to coach the Sentinels the rest of the season, along with the pressure of winning three of the last four games to make the playoffs. McGinty accepts, on the condition that he will also be given the freedom to sign the players he wants with O'Neil not allowed to interfere. With O'Neil accepting his requests, McGinty builds his team of different varying players that he believes can make a winning team. As his quarterback, McGinty chooses Shane Falco, a former All-American from Ohio State whose career went to pieces after a horrendous Sugar Bowl game, and now lives in a houseboat near the Sentinels' stadium. Falco initially refuses, but McGinty convinces him, believing that Falco can still be the player he was meant to be. The replacement players are greeted to their first practice hostilely by the striking players, calling the replacements "scabs", and throwing eggs at them, and Falco, who arrives late, gets his truck turned over. Head cheerleader Annabelle Ferrell, who has to find new cheerleaders since the originals apparently went on strike as well, reluctantly hires strippers when the other tryouts go terribly bad. After practice, Annabelle drives Falco home and surprises him with her vast football knowledge. The replacements' first game is against Detroit, and the team initially struggles to get along, causing the Sentinels to fall behind early. Falco tries to rally the team back, but on the last play, he panics when he sees a pending blitz and calls an audible, which falls short of the winning touchdown. McGinty berates Falco for what he did, telling him that "winners always want the ball when the game's on the line." At a local bar, several of the replacements lament over their loss, when several of the striking players, led by their prima donna quarterback Eddie Martel, arrive and taunt the replacements. When Falco stands up to Martel, a brawl follows, leading to the replacements being arrested, but they build a bond in the process, dancing together in their cell before McGinty bails them out. The dance that the players are doing to the song "I Will Survive" is actually the "Electric Slide". Annabelle meets Shane the next day, having heard what happened, and tells him that he's the first quarterback she's seen in a long time be so selfless, and a connection starts to grow between the two of them. The next day, when Shane arrives at the stadium for practice, he is, again confronted by Martel and the other players, this time for parking in another player's parking space. Martel and his gang flip over Falco's truck on its side, which they had done earlier for parking in Martel's parking space. But, two of the replacement players, André and Jamal Jackson, who are also Shane's bodyguards, force them to flip the truck back over anyway after Jamal shoots up Martel's Porsche. In the Sentinels' next game against San Diego, they fall behind again but are able to come together once again, and this time win, on a 65-yard field goal by their kicker, a Welsh soccer player named Nigel Gruff. Falco meets Annabelle again, where she runs a bar her father used to own and admits that she was raised with football. After sharing a short conversation and having a beer together, they consummate their feelings for one another, sharing a deep kiss. The Sentinels nearly lose their next game on the road against Phoenix, but win on a couple of improbable plays. When the Sentinels return to D.C., O'Neil tells McGinty that Eddie Martel has crossed the picket line, and points out that the entire team of the league's defending champions, and the Sentinels' next opponent, Dallas, have crossed as well. O'Neil shows no confidence in Falco being able to beat Dallas, and hints to McGinty that he could be fired if McGinty refuses to start Martel. McGinty gives in and reluctantly tells Falco, who then tells his teammates the same thing, demoralizing the team. Falco is toasted by his teammates, but unable to face Annabelle after what happened, Falco leaves her stood up for their planned date. In the first half of the final crucial game, Martel clashes severely with the replacement players, and also smugly ignores any play calls McGinty makes, causing the Sentinels fall behind to Dallas 17–0. The hometown fans, who had initially despised the replacements, now boo Martel, having accepted Falco as their favorite. On the way to the locker room for halftime, McGinty tells a TV reporter that the team needs "heart" to come back and win, something he had earlier said Falco had. Falco, watching this on television, returns to the stadium, and McGinty promptly benches Martel for Falco. Martel angrily tells Falco that he will never be known as anything but a replacement player. Falco says he can live with that and the rest of the team throws Martel out of the stadium. On his way back to the field, Falco finds Annabelle and apologizes to her, giving her another deep kiss in front of the crowd and other cheerleaders. McGinty tells the replacements that the strike will officially end the next day, giving the players incentive to give everything they have left. The Sentinels rally back to a 17–14 score, with Gruff being called to kick the game-tying field goal late in the game. However, Gruff spots bookies that he owes money to in the crowd, and realizes that they want him to throw the game or they'll take his pub from him as compensation. He reveals this to Falco just before the kick, and Falco pulls the ball away, causing Gruff to fall from the momentum of his kicking motion and break his arm. Falco initially scores the apparent winning touchdown, but it's called back on a Sentinels penalty. With Gruff unable to continue, Falco tells McGinty that he "wants the ball", affirming what McGinty had told him before. Falco calls for a deep pass to the replacements' deaf tight end, Brian Murphy, and hits him with the game-winning touchdown pass as time expires, earning the Sentinels a playoff berth. Falco celebrates with Annabelle, while McGinty narrates that the replacement players left the field with nothing but the satisfaction and personal glory of what they've accomplished, which is living the athlete's dream of a "second chance." He then watches the replacements dance on the field to the Gloria Gaynor song "I Will Survive".