"Previously on Necessary Roughness..." "This isn't gonna work." "I don't want you to sacrifice your dreams for me." "I miss you, Dani." "I miss you, too." "I believe in drafting best player available." "Damon Razor." "Excellent work, Matt." "I think we did good." "I put you up for this job." "Least you could have done is come to me first." "We just disagree, respectfully." "Noelle Sarris, Sportscom3." "She's asking questions." "She keeps digging, she's gonna find out who I am." "We've got to get ahead of this story fast." "I'll give you an interview." "What's the catch?" "You forget the name Damon Razor." "How are you feeling these days?" "There's no pain." "No more." "I can shut you down." "Not when I have a sexual-harassment case in my pocket." "What are you into?" "They say mirrors don't lie." "But the truth is, we see what we want to see." "Sometimes what's reflected back at us is awesome." "And other times..." "Christ!" "Come on." "...it's downright scary." "Dani!" "What?" "!" ""D"?" "!" "What?" "What?" "What?" "What?" "What?" "No." "No." "No." "What is it?" "What?" "I can't button my jeans." ""J."" "Oh, okay." "It happens." "How am I supposed to be a stone-cold fox when I can't even fit into my fat pants?" "Unh!" "Okay, well, maybe that means that you have to start wearing " "Oh, don't even say it!" "Maternity clothes." "But here's the good news." "Bright side is that we get to go shopping, and you loves the shopping." "It's the only sport I'm really good at." "See?" "How about we meet downstairs in 10 minutes for breakfast?" "Pickles and sherbet?" "Yum." "Mm." "Very smooth." "I know." "I-I just didn't want "J" to get all question-y about the ex-sex." "Mm-hmm." "Well, I got to run home and get my fat pants." "I'll sneak out the front." "Matt?" "Yep?" "What are we doing?" "Uh, I don't know." "But it's fun." "My son, Orson, he got man-caked." "Man-caked?" "It's gamer talk for getting crushed by a falling building." "Oh." "Ever since, he won't leave his apartment, just stays holed up in there all day." "Mrs. Brinks, I understand that you're worried, but I can't do therapy with him without him here." "Oh, he's here." "He's on Skype." "'Sup, Doc?" "Oh." "Aw, damn it." "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "Is everything okay?" "Razorback just had me pinned down, but I took him out with a tasty blast from my missile launcher." "This is why he couldn't be here." "Gaming." "No, Ma, training." "Look, maybe you could explain the difference to her, please?" "Maybe you can explain the difference to me." "We're a couple of weeks away from the Starhawk Championship in Las Vegas, where the top five ranking players face off for big money." "Now, I was..." "ranked number one in the world, until I got man-caked." "Now my rank has dropped to number 3." "I went from being top dog to getting powned by noobs, not to mention my KDR's in the sewer." "Your KDR?" "Kill-to-death ratio." "Look, guys, I am busting it here, all right, trying to build back my skillscore." "And my mother says that you work with elite athletes." "Well, that is exactly what I am." "So..." "Can you help me get back my game?" "I can try, Orson." "But we really need to do this face-to-face." "Okay, fine." "I'll meet you on planet dust." "I'm assuming that that is not a place that I can Google map?" "No, definitely not, but I will send you an e-mail with all of the deets." "Thank you." "Oh, and, Doc?" "You might want to bring your big guns, 'cause, uh, things might get a little messy." "Dr. Santino, he's gonna try to tell you that all he needs is help with his game, that he's fine." "But he's not." "He's -- he's just..." "Not." "Bring it in!" "Let's go!" "Bring it in!" "All right." "All right." "Listen up." "Listen up." "Now, I've coached this game since you were nothing more than a wiggle in your daddy's Johnson." "But there's one part of this job that never gets any easier, and that's telling some of you that the party's gonna continue without you." "Sunday is our last preseason game, so by Monday, we got to close training camp and get our roster down to size." "Between now and then, many of you are gonna get a knock on the door..." "Grab your playbook, son." "...which is going to mean the end of your time as a Hawk." "You turned whiter than Frosty the snow ho." "You're an idiot!" "What you stressin' about, rook?" "What am I not stressed about?" "Kid, you got to learn how to relax." "Just calm down." "Focus." "You'll be all right." "You'll be as snug as a bug in a shag rug." "Yeah?" "Yeah." "Not after this." ""Fake it to make it?" "Hawks rookie an imposter."" "Put on your raincoat." "The crap is about to fly." "I was hoping this wasn't gonna land till after camp." "We need to get back in front of this." "Have P.R. draft a statement." "We'll call a press conference, shut this thing down." "Get me Bitsy Heinz from publicity!" "What a fiasco." "Listen, Hank." "We knew this was gonna happen, right?" "He'll get up there." "He'll give his "I was young" speech." "The crap clouds will part, and he can just get back to playing football." "I hope you're right, Donnally." "Lest we forget, Razor's your cross to bear." "Mr. Griffin, I have Bitsy Heinz on line 1." "Bitsy, Hank Griffin." "I've got Matt Donnally here with me." "We've got a little bit of a P.R. pickle we need you in on." "You just have to ask the right questions." "Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower." "Oh." "Noelle turned over the interview footage." "That's what I found." "And you were right." "T.K. lied." "No." "I don't think that he lied at all, Nico." "I think that he honestly...doesn't remember." "What are you saying?" "I'm saying that I think our friend Terrence King... has a drug problem." "♪ Baby, work your magic on me" "♪ Necessary Roughness 2x09 ♪ Might as Well Face It Original Air Date on August 15, 2012" "== sync, corrected by elderman ==" "I got a lot to show you." "You just have to ask the right questions." "Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower." "Nico, who's seen this?" "We merry three." "Okay." "Look, the tape shows that T.K. lied about dropping trou to Noelle." "But how is this evidence of drug use, exactly?" "Memory lapse, sleepiness, chronic lateness -- these are all signs that someone is abusing -- most likely, pain meds." "But these signs aren't proof of anything." "Doesn't the team do drug tests?" "Yeah, but it's not that simple." "I got a whole stack of union rules that we have to comply with." "You know, I can't just drug test T.K." "because he's acting like an idiot and showing his junk to some reporter." "Matt, you know that I am also a substance-abuse counselor, and I am telling you that I think Terrence is abusing painkillers." "And I'm telling you that as much as I trust you," "I need more than a hunch." "We're talking about a man's reputation here." "I am talking about a man's life." "I'll see what I can dig up." "They're shooting at me." "Why are they shooting at me?" "What's that -- what's happening?" "Why -- he's hopping up and down." "Shoot!" "Don't worry, Doc." "I got this." "Ay-yi-yi." "That was very close." "You'll get the hang of it." "Uh, I'm...digging how you customized your avatar." "It's very space cowboy." "Says a lot about you." "Well, thank you very much." "And your avatar is quite the handsome fellow." "Yeah." "Well, we'd better roll." "Company's coming." "You drive." "I'll shoot." "Drive, I can do." "Nicely done." "Thank you." "My son taught me how to drive the thingamabobby." "Whoa." "Doesn't look to me like you've lost your game." "Oh, no." "No, trust me." "This is nothing compared to tourney play." "Kids barely out of diapers will, uh, crash your skillscore in the blink of an eye." "Speaking of which, Doc, how long is it gonna take to fix me?" "Well, first of all, you are not broken." "And as far as the time goes, that's up to you." "Well, I have a worldwide match in two weeks, and my girl, Elsa, she's coming in from Copenhagen, and I cannot have her see me like...this." "See you like what?" "A failure, weak, punk, loser." "You pick." "Is that how you see yourself?" "What's it matter how I see myself?" "Well, because it's directly related to your confidence, which is directly related to your performance." "Look, Doc," "I'm sure you're used to dudes going all, you know, yakety-yak, but I'm -- I'm not really into that." "Okay, Orson?" "As much as I enjoy playing space cowboy, if you do want my help, then the next time, we have to do this face-to-face." "Stare-down." "Harsh." "Okay, so you make, uh, crib calls?" "As long as there's no shooting." "Good afternoon." "It is now." ""Clark."" "Hola." "Are you Jeanette Fiero?" "I am." "Do you know what fiero means?" "It's Italian... for "bold."" "Reminds me of a car I used to drive " " Pontiac Fiero." "Fieros are known to be fun to drive." "Where -- where do you want me to put these, ma'am?" "I don't want you to strain yourself in your condition." "What condition would that be?" "You're pregnant, right?" "Nope." "Just fat." "Just a fat ma'am!" "I saw the boxes were from a maternity shop." "Oh, right!" "Just give me the boxes." "Okay." "Maybe I'll jog around the block with 'em, you know -- burn off some of my beer belly!" "Which, for your information, is a wine belly!" "So, you just ma'am that, buddy!" "No..." "We cut Miller and Collins, then see if we can get the help we need on special teams from Chaidez." "Or cut Miller, keep Collins and Pierce, and then use Chaidez for special teams and your third-and-long packages." "Or how about keep Miller and Pierce, make Chaidez the second wide-out, and cut Damon Razor." "He's playing erratic." "Once this press conference and feeding frenzy's over, he'll be consistent." "Maybe." "Maybe coach was right and we just blew this pick." "Kid's got a glass jaw, Matthew." "Razor!" "The route was a dig." "X-Ray-6." "12-yard dig route!" "Yeah, sorry, coach." "I got it." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "Take five." "Hydrate." "Try not to act like a 1st grader who needs Ritalin." "You got rocks in your head, Raz." "And you move like you've got rocks in your socks, "T."" "I can't focus, man." "Team's setting up a press conference." "I gotta face those sharks from a podium." "Yeah, well, it's either that or you're doing your front lawn or your favorite breakfast spot or you're hiding in the shower or the closet." "It's the life, boy." "Get used to it, tidbits." "T.K., Razor." "This is football, not high tea." "Would someone please get out there and run me a damn dig route?" "!" "His royal highness, Los manos de sticky, is on the case." "Uh, uno momento." "Mr. Razor?" "Yeah, sorry, Coach." "I got it." "Dr. Alexi Turner." "A picture's worth a thousand words." "Oh, damn it." "Who's Dr. Alexi Turner?" "A.K.A. "Dr. Feelgood."" "He's known for treating players' injuries." "Yeah, emphasis on the word "treat."" "Painkillers." "We drug test T.K., that's gonna raise a red flag for Hank." "Yeah." "Which is why we're gonna test the whole team." "I wonder if my man went to school for that." "I mean, can you get a master's in watching dudes pee?" "Urine up to three times a year." "Blood once a year." "What's next, they hide under our beds and listen to us sleep?" "What you got there, your memoirs?" "It's for the press conference." "Team gave me this lame canned apology to read." "You don't like what they write for you, do what I do." "Say whatever the hell you want." "Damn, Sea World!" "Took you long enough!" "Burn when you pee?" "Come on, man." "Hey, listen, uh, I might need some help with this thing, 'cause doc said I shouldn't do any heavy lifting." "You got a big thing?" "This ain't gonna work." "Clark." "Miss Fiero." "Uh, those boxes over there are going back where they came from." "Hm." "I just want to apologize for my hormonal behavior the other day." "I'd really like to make it up to you." "Cup of coffee?" "What?" "N-n-no." "N-n-no." "I " "Of course I'm pregnant." "And, of course, those maternity clothes you delivered the other day were for me!" "C-could you -- could you sign here, please?" "Can I be honest with you, Clark?" "I feel like a woman who's completely given up on herself, like I have surrendered all of my self-respect and my fashion sense to my fetus." "If you could just sign." "I have a really busy route." "Clark." "What do you think of my outfit?" "Coward!" "It's open!" "Oh..." "Admit it." "You thought I'd be living in my mother's basement." "Busted." "So, Doc." "Why'd I lose that tournament?" "Well, that's what we are here to talk about." "So why don't you put away that controller thingy and come down here and have a seat?" "R.L. Can wait just a hot second." "R.L.?" ""Real life."" "My avatar, Shane, here is in need of a serious makeover." "Okay." "Can I at least get you to take off your shades and your hoodie?" "Mnh-mnh." "Nope, not while I'm gaming." "You know, Orson, your mother has expressed concern that you are gaming too much." "Look, my big brother's in med school, my sister is magna-cum everything, and I play games for a living, all right?" "It's not exactly what she had in mind for her baby boy." "Okay." "What did you have in mind for yourself?" "Since I was 16, sponsors threw money at me." "My tournament winnings are sick." "My college friends?" "Making lattes at Starbucks." "And I am making hundreds of thousands of dollars at Starhawk." "So, Doc, um, you do the math." "What's up with your bathroom mirror?" "Why is that covered?" "Reduces the glare on my monitors when I'm gaming." "Hey, Orson?" "When was the last time that you took a break?" "Four days, give or take." "Four days?" "I said, "give or take." All right, just relax." "Just got to level up, and I am all yours." "Do you mind?" "I do." "Very much." "Time to go." "It's an open practice." "Open for business?" "And you are?" "An overpriced escort." "Let's go." "I was invited here by Terrence King." "He's a patient." "That's the funny thing about your patients -- they all end up in rehab." "I don't know what you're implying." "I run a clean practice." "So do I." "All right." "Let's do this." "As you know, these are trying times for Mr. Razor." "These were indiscretions made in his youth, but all he ever wanted to do was play football." "And now we're here to clear the path so he can do just that." "Damon." "Ladies and gentlemen, as a kid, I had nothing." "I moved from one foster family to the next." "I didn't get into drugs or crime." "I got into football." "But I did something foolish and inexcusable." "I lied about my age and name so I could re-enroll in high school, get a leg up on the sport, and a chance at a better life." "This was a desperate and regrettable act." "I apologize to those who I may have hurt along the way." "And I'll try to make it up to the Hawks and to all of you by playing the best game I can out there." "Thank you." "Razor!" "Razor!" "Razor!" "Razor!" "Did any of your foster families know about this deception?" "This is my problem." "I'd like to leave my foster families out of it." "Razor, is criminal action being taken?" "Criminal?" "What?" "No." "Not that I know of." "Well, if there's no real consequences, why wouldn't every kid pull this stunt -- to get a leg up?" "Well, I don't know." "It -- Well, who is Mary Simpson, and how many other people have you deceived?" "Where's your real mother?" "Was Eastern Mississippi complicit?" "All right." "All right, boys and girls." "Let's get back to business." "What was that you said about the crap clouds parting?" "'Cause I think we just unleashed a crap storm." "Mr. Donnally!" "Mr. Donnally!" "Mr. Donnally!" "You drafted Razor." "Did you know about..." "Hey, Orson." "Why don't we...go outside?" "We'll take a walk, get some air?" "Listen, you said you were gonna level up." "That was 40 minutes ago." "You invited me here to talk, so... let's talk." "What, and risk a blindside ambush?" "Whose side are you on?" "Did you stop when Elsa came over?" "No." "She didn't come over." "Why not?" "Because she lives in Copenhagen." "All right?" "We met playing Starhawk, okay?" "We Skype." "We game." "So, you have never met this girl face-to-face?" "Could you just let me focus, please?" "Jesus." "She's coming to visit in a couple of days, okay?" "All right, listen, Orson." "Never touch me when I'm gaming!" "No!" "My KDR is ruined!" "Look what you did!" "Oh, my God!" "I'm never gonna get my ranking back!" "I can never..." "Oh!" "Orson." "I'll never get..." "Oh, my God!" "Oh, my God, Orson." "Orson?" "Oh, my God." "Orson, can you hear me?" "Orson." "Exhaustion?" "That's your diagnosis?" "An exhaustion-induced seizure." "He's had no sleep, no exercise, very little nutrition to speak of." "He's resting now." "We're hydrating him and feeding him intravenously." "If all goes well, he could go home in 24 hours." "I'll keep you updated." "Oh, thank goodness." "Well, maybe this was a real wake-up call for him." "Mrs. Brinks, I don't want to mislead you." "Your son's addicted to gaming." "The second he gets out of here," "I'm afraid this is gonna happen all over again." "I encouraged him." "Well, of course you did." "That's what mothers do." "You never could have imagined this." "Gaming made him happy." "And he always had such low self-esteem." "How do you mean?" "He was shy, avoided people, attention." "God forbid if I ever tried to take his picture." "Well, what now?" "How do we -- how are we supposed to help him?" "He's an adult." "Our best hope is to convince Orson to check himself into a treatment facility that can help with his addiction..." "Before he checks out of here tomorrow." "Oh, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup, bup." "No, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Rookie mistake, playboy." "That's not how it's done." "Watch and learn." "Olé." "Chip me." "Dip me." "Masticate." "No double dipping, Razor." "Unless you want to double dip me." "Oop, whoop, whoop, whoop." "I think that was a little innuendo." "See?" "All this could be yours." "Yeah, all I got to do is empty my bodily fluids in a cup and bare my soul on national television." "Oh, man." "Stop bitching." "Come on." "I've been spit at, I've been laughed at." "Hell, I've been shot at." "And the haters gonna hate." "That's what they do." "You know how you shut 'em up?" "Reg, tell him how I shut 'em up." "He catches the damn ball." "I catch the damn ball." "You do that, nobody cares if your name is Rip Van Winkle." "Reporters showed up at my foster mom's house in Mississippi." "Lady is 80 years old with diabetes and six other foster kids, and she's gotta stand on her porch trying to answer for me." "Look, Raz." "I'm gonna level with you." "You pay a heavy price to play this game." "And you put your money on the table." "You worked hard, boy." "So I want you to do yourself a favor and enjoy the fruits of your labor!" "Mm!" "One more thing." "Nobody understands the sacrifices that we make to play this game." "Nobody." "So, what I want you to do... is go out there and enjoy yourself." "I mean, come on, dawg." "Enjoy the spoils!" "Spoil yourself!" "Spoil her, for sure." "Spoil her." "♪ Cut loose with it" "♪ Cut loose with it" "Are you ready?" "♪ Cut loose with it" "♪ cut loose with it" "♪ cut loose with it" "How you feeling?" "Like I finally got my head on straight." "Forget about all the crap that happened before this." "You go out there and show the world what you can do." "Hell yeah." "Hell yeah." "Listen up, gentlemen." "This may be a preseason game, but I want to tell you, this game's gonna make some careers and it's gonna end some." "This is your opportunity to show me what you're working with and to prove yourself to your team." "I'm gonna tell you again." "This game may well determine your future as a Hawk." "T." "I need you to tell me something." " What time is it?" " Hawk time!" "What time is it?" "!" "Hawk time!" "Tell me one more time!" "Hawk time!" "Come on!" "Perhaps you could rouse yourself for the game." "All good, Matty D." "All good." "Drug-test results." "How you feeling, Orson?" "Embarrassed." "Don't be." "Believe me, I have seen it all." "I guess I really got man-caked, didn't I?" "Um, could you hand me my sunglasses?" "It's just so bright in here." "I have a better idea." "How about I just dim the lights?" "'Cause I quite like talking to you eyeball to eyeball." "Thank you for all your help." "I think I definitely learned my lesson, Doc." "I just have to get more sleep and eat better and... develop better training habits." "Orson, this is not about you getting more sleep or eating more broccoli." "This is about you realizing that you are a gaming addict." "So, what?" "You would tell Michael Phelps to get out of the pool?" "You would tell Lebron James to get off a court?" "If it landed them in the hospital, yeah." "I am not an addict." "Okay, I am a champion." "This is Elsa." "Why are you ignoring her?" "Because she's not seeing me this way, okay?" "Look, I just want to be alone right now." "Please." "Go away!" "That move you put on the DB?" "Come on, you were zigging and zagging like a rastafarian." "A move like that needs a name, dawg." "Like hell!" "It needs an agent!" "Game ball, Razor." "Thanks, coach." "Eight catches for a buck-20, two TDs -- it doesn't get much better than that, baby." "T.K.'s clean." "No trace of Vicodin or any other painkiller." "All right, what about this "Dr. Feelgood,"" "the Alexi who's-he-what?" "Turner is his last name." "He's clean, too." "He's out of the painkiller game." "Now he's into some kind of new technology with lasers and repairing scar tissue." "Okay, but, guys, how do you explain T.K.'s behavior?" "He passed the drug test, Dani." "Then he went out and played great." "What else can we do?" "This is where we are." "I know I'm right." "♪ Hard times breathing down now ♪" "♪ breathing down, breathing down ♪" "Matt, what are we doing?" "I don't know." "♪ Bright side's burning out now ♪" "♪ burning out and hitting it dead ♪" "♪ am I bound?" "♪ Am I bound for the rock bottom?" "♪" "Nobody understands the sacrifices that we make to play this game." "Miller." "Cut." "Agreed." "Keating." "We got four guards." "Cut him." "Levoux." "Unlimited potential." "The kid's a hitter." "Keep him." "McClain." "Cut." "Someone else is gonna pick the kid up, but I-I think it's the right call." "Collins." "Keep him." "Yep." "Same with Flatberry." "Absolutely." "Absolutely." "Damon Razor." "♪ Am I bound for the rock bottom?" "♪" "Oh." "Was just trying to find you." "Come on in." "So, listen, man." "Congratulations." "You made the squad." "Ha ha." "Great job." "Thanks." "Um, but there's something else I gotta tell you." "Uh-oh." "No, let me guess." "You're a fugitive." "Leprechaun." "Alien." "No." "What's up, man?" "I quit." "Why you acting like a bitch?" "You're a goddamn quitter!" "Nobody just walks away from this life!" "You were right -- no one knows the sacrifices we have to make to play this game." "You made me realize I'm not cut out for it." "I don't have what it takes to be Terrence King." "So what you gonna do?" "Just take a dead kid's name and go back to livin' in foster homes?" "I don't know what." "I was thinking about applying to law school." "Maybe I could help some kids out there come back from their mistakes." "Oh, well, excuse me, Johnny Cochran." "Yeah, calling to the stand Damon Razor -- a liar, a weakling, and a pussy!" "I covered your ass." "I mentored you." "I took the time." "You could have had everything." "That's the problem, T.K." "If this is everything, then I don't want it." "Good luck, T.K." "You take care of yourself, brother." "Yeah, you too." "I am so excited to be going out tonight!" "I mean, I know you're really busy, honey, but I just " "I appreciate you taking the time to " "Ooh." "Oh, oh!" "Okay." "Hell hath no fury like a woman in dire need of reinforced elastic." "I got this." "Okay." "Just watch." "Oh!" "I just need one... more... inch." "Oh." "Oh!" "Oh, no!" "No, no, no." "That's not funny." "I wasn't laughing." "Honey, hey, hey, hey." "Just forget about the button, net-net." "I have a confession to make." "I have been having a relationship with Clark, the, um, delivery guy?" "Oh." "I have been trying to get him to tell me that I look good in my clothes." "I just wanted a guy to tell me I looked hot." "Sweetheart, hey." "'Gusto wants a baby, but is he gonna want big, fat, button-popping me?" "Oh..." "Oh!" "Oh, Jeanette." "Get up." "I don't want to!" "I know, but..." "I want you to just look at yourself." "Look at you." "You... are one stone-cold foxy mother-to-be." "You are radiant." "And you're womanly." "And if you could see what I see, you would know that you are beautifully beautiful." "What's up with your bathroom mirror?" "Why is that covered?" "Because she's not seeing me this way, okay?" "He was shy, avoided people." "God forbid if I ever tried to take his picture." "Oh." "What's wrong?" "Oh, hey, Orson." "Can I have a sec?" "Mm." "Kind of in a hurry, Doc." "Okay, but, uh, I think I know what's going on with you, why you're covering mirrors and wearing the glasses and the hoodie." "It's -- you don't like what you see in the mirror." "Leave me alone." "You're not addicted to gaming." "Oh, no kidding?" "You are addicted to what gaming allows you to do, which is change your appearance, who you are." "When did you find out that Elsa was coming to visit?" "What does that have to do with anything?" "Just humor me." "Um, I don't know." "Before the tournament?" "When you said that you didn't want" "Elsa to see you like this, what you meant was that you didn't want Elsa to see you, period, without your disguise." "Uh..." "Oh." "Come here." "Come on." "Orson, please take off your sunglasses." "Please." "Look at yourself in the mirror." "Orson tell me what you see." "I see a freak." "His nose is huge." "His eyes are small and beady." "He's short, scrawny, feeble." "I think what you are suffering from is a form of what's called body dysmorphia." "You see physical defects where none exist." "Most people who have dysmorphia, they turn to excessive exercise or starving themselves, plastic surgery, but you... you are doing it through your avatar." "Doc..." "I can't..." "I can't look at myself." "I know." "But you do not have to suffer the way that you do, Orson." "With the right medication and the right therapy, people, they recover from this." "And you can start seeing yourself the way that you really are." "Which -- trust me, Orson -- is this incredible person." "Hey." "Hey." "I heard about Razor." "I'm so sorry." "Not the first time I've been wrong about a player." "But you weren't wrong, not about the player." "He got the game ball." "Oh, God." "You should have seen him." "He was incredible." "Matt." "You saw him... all along the way when no one else did." "But..." "I know it stings." "I was kind of hoping that... you could help me lick my wounds later at your place." "Or give me some new wounds, like the bite mark you left me from the other night." "Mm-hmm." "This is not healthy." "I mean, it's like... we're addicted to each other or something." "We got to quit." "Cold turkey." "I know." "I got a lot to show you." "I look good." "You just have to ask the right questions." "Maybe I should show you a thing or two in the shower." "Oh." "I mean, I see myself buck naked every day, Doc." "She should consider herself lucky." "Okay, Terrence, when I asked you if you disrobed in front of the reporter, you said "no."" "Whoa." "Sherlock homey on the case, huh?" "Want to cuff me?" "Now, why you givin' me that look?" "I'm in camp, Doc." "I got 5-hour training sessions, 4-hour meetings, three team meals every single day, two weigh-ins, and no time for a partridge in a pear tree." "I am lucky if I remember my damn name." "Are you abusing painkillers?" "'Cause after an injury like yours, even under the best of circumstances, it can happen." "I watched my entire neighborhood crumble from drugs, destroy people I loved -- my mother." "I mean, do you think I'm that stupid?" "And p.s., I passed the drug test!" "You're not answering me." "Yeah, I took a pill... maybe two, only before I went and testified in front of that psycho who used me for target practice!" "That's it." "Happy now?" "I know T.K. is abusing." "But unless we find proof, then he's gonna keep on denying it..." "Until something truly awful happens." "What are you asking me to do?" "Whatever it takes." "Oh, my God." "What -- how did he not test positive?" ""Take 4 hours before testing."" "Players call that a flush." "It removes all traces of drugs from the system." "Right." "Dr. Turner." "Hmm." "Terrence is in deep, Nico." "I know." "== sync, corrected by elderman =="