"The Leap Home, Part One"
Written by: Donald P. Bellasario
Transcribed by: Wendy C. King
(S) = Samuel Beckett
(T) = Thelma Louise Beckett
(J) = John Samuel Beckett
(K) = Katey Beckett
(VO) = Voice Over
(EVO) = End Voice Over
(Scene opens with S sitting in a corn field.)
S: (VO)October. (Inhales) No, November. Seed corn. Ah...and where there's seed corn...there's pheasants.(EVO) (Imitates rifle) Pow!
Girl: Did you get him?
Lisa: Sibby said you always shortcut through the corn after practice.
Girl: Lisa wants to know if you're taking anyone to the gobbler hop.
S: Oh boy! (Runs away)
Girl: I knew he was shy, but that's ridiculous.
(S comes to the end of the corn field. Camera shows us a white, two story farm house. Sam runs to it. He comes to the front door and sees the reflection of a teenage boy in the window. The door steps open and T steps out.)
T: Sam! You scared ten years out of me! (Walks away)
(Cuts to opening music and then commercial. Comes back to the same scene.)
T: Supper's ready! John...supper! Your father's getting deaf from all those years on the tractor. I tell him to stuff cotton in his ears. But does he listen to me? No. He could give stubborn lessons to a mule. What is it?
(S hugs T)
T: What's wrong, Sam?
S: Nothing, I'm...I'm just really glad to see you. I'll go get dad. (Runs away)
(Scene opens on an old man milking a cow)
J: (Whistles) Ah...there you are. Why don't you wipe Aggie down and hook her up?
S: Yes sir.
S: Hello Aggie.
J: You stayed after practice to shoot baskets, didn't you?
S: Uh, yeah. I guess I did.
J: Well, I admire your dedication, but, uh...you got chores to do, son.
S: It won't happen again.
J: The Hell it won't. Sam, you're only 16. You can't expect to play as good as your brother did his senior year.
S: Tom was all-state.
J: Tom was 18. You're still growing.
S: I'm not too sure about that.
J: Harriet, you used to do a whole lot better, but, I guess we're all getting old.
S: You're not old, Dad. You look just the way I remember you.
J: What, since you left for school this morning?
S: I love you, Dad.
(S hugs T)
K: Mama says if you don't come to supper right now, she's gonna feed it to the hogs.
(Runs to K and hugs her. S Laughs.)
S: Look at you.
K: You can't have it!
K: Daddy, he wants Tom's bedroom.
S: Well, Tom said I could have it.
K: Mama says I should have it because I'm a girl and girls need more room than guys.
J: Why don't you let Sam use it till he goes to college in the fall.
S: It's Ok, Dad. She can have Tom's room.
K: I can?
S: Of course you can. You can have anything you want. You're my little sister. What happened to your shirt down there?
(S hits K on the nose. S picks her up and runs out the door. Next lines are from off screen.)
S: Come on! Hoo-hoo!
S: Gee, Katey, you're getting heavy!
(Cuts to S eating at a dinner table.)
S: It's all very good.
T: I'm glad you like it.
J: Talk down at the feed mill is that Coach Connelly's gonna try a combination zone this year.
S: He did. We almost beat Bentleyville. Last year... uh, last year we almost beat Bentleyville playing that man-to-man.
J: You know the key is gonna be stopping No Nose Pruitt. That boy scored 20 points against us last season.
S: He was impossible to stop.
(Enter Al through the wall.)
Al: How tall is he?
S: 6' 4".
S: No Nose is about 6' 4".
T: Doesn't the poor boy have a nose?
J: The tip was cut off in a reaping accident. Not a pretty sight.
K: Wanna know what I heard on the phone with Mary Lou the other day? She said No Nose was gonna kill you on friday.
T: Oh, Katherine, why would this No Nose wanna do that?
K: Because he's sweet on Lisa Parson. Lisa asked Sam to take her to the dance after the game on friday. Do you know what Sam did?
K: He ran away.
S: I gotta do my chores.
T: I made peach cobbler for dessert.
S: Peach cobbler?
Al: Oh, that sounds yumola!
S: It is.
K: What is?
S: It is...time to do my chores.
J: Uh, you know, uh, Sam, there might not be any peach cobbler left by the time you get done.
T: I'll save you a piece.
S: Thanks, Mom.
T: I got a funny feeling, John.
J: Last time you said that we had a flood big enough to float the ark.
K: 1957...the year I was born.
J: I always figured you were God's way of making it up to us.
(Scene opens and S and Al in a barn.)
Al: The mind of a mature man in the persona of a 16-year-old at the height of his sexual powers...the possibilities are mind-boggling! Or they would be ifyou didn't run away.
S: Well, what would you do if you ran into a girl who you had a crush on 25 years ago? Don't answer that. I mean...I'm a kid again, Al. I'm 16...and I'm home. And my dad's alive.
Al: I know, Kid, I know. And your in Elk Ridge, Indiana, and it 19...
S: ...'69. Sometime around Thanksgiving.
Al: How did you know that?
S: Well, um...'69 was my senior year, and we always opened the basketball season against Bentleyville the day after Thanksgiving.
Al: Which is why you're here.
S: Why I'm here?
S: Well, I haven't really been thinking much about why I'm here.
Al: You're gonna love it, Sam.
Al: Yeah. Well, your team lost that game, right?
S: No. You know, I--I--I lost the game. And No Nose best me on offense and on defense and when the ref wasn't looking he just plain beat me. You don't know how many nights I'd lay awake wishing I could play that game over.
Al: Well, you just got your wish, Kid.
S: You're kidding.
Al: I would never kid about basketball. Ziggy says that game was a turning point in the lives of a lot of people. If you guys could of beat Bentleyville, you would have gone on to win the state championship.
S: Elk Ridge? State champs?
Al: Yeah. And your coach would have accepted am offer to the University of Iowa, and eventually wound up in the NBA.
Al: Yeah. Two of your teammates, Moslick and Loregro, they'd have gotten college basketball scholarships. They ended up doctors.
S: Last time I heard, Sibby was a bank teller at First Farmers, and Herky was a-a mechanic at John Deere.
S: Al...I mean, that--that's wonderful! All I have to do is help them win the game?
Al: That's right, kid. You beat Bentleyville friday, you're outta here.
S: Al, listen, um...I--I--I don't want to be out of here.
S: Come on Al. My--my dad dies of a coronary in '72. That gives me 3 years to prevent it and Katey, she elopes with Chuck....somebody, an abusive alcoholic.
Al: How do you convince a 12-year-old she shouldn't marry some guy she hasn't even met yet?
S: And Tom! Tom came home--Tom comes home for Thanksgiving before shipping out to Vietnam. God, Al, I can save Tom!
Al: I don't think so, Sam. You can't change something that wasn't meant to be changed.
S: Look, I can try.
Al: Like I did with Beth?
Al: Even though we tried, Beth still married that stupid lawyer, and I came home to an empty house. It wasn't meant to be.
S: Yeah, well...It's different.
Al: What's different? The only thing that's different is because this time it effects you.
S: Exactly. Look, Al, I've been leaping around putting right what God or Fate or Time or whoever it is that's leaping me wants put right. Why?
Al: Well, you got a lot of boy scout in you, Sam, and, because, with luck, one of these leaps might be your leap home.
S: I AM home.
Al: No, this is not your home.
S: Yes I am!
Al: Well, it might been in '69, but this is not 1969.
S: It is to me! Al...I think I'm being rewarded.
Al: Well, that might be true, but Ziggy says there's a 94.3% chance--
S: Oh, I don't give a damn what that hybrid computer says. I can save my father and my brother's livers ad change my sister's for the better. Now if you were in my shoes, what would you do?
(Scene opens on the breakfast table the next morning.)
J: Morning, Sam.
S: Morning, Al.
J: Sam, you seen my cigarattes?
S: Uh...no, not lately.
J: I got a...extra pack of...Lucky's in here. Where's your mother?
S: Cleaning the silverware for Thanksgiving.
J: Thelma, you seen my cigarettes?
T: They're in the pantry where they always are.
S: Want any breakfast, dad?
J: Just coffee. I'll eat breakfast after I finish milking.
S: Oh, milking's done, the chickens are fed, and the hogs a slopped. I finished a half hour ago.
J: What time did you get up?
S: Oh, I don't know. Early. Couldn't sleep and...
T: Did you find your cigarettes?
J: No I have not found my cigarettes.
T: You must have smoked them all.
J: Couldn't have. It's only tuesday. A carton always lasts me till friday. You know that, Thelma. Ugh. What is this?
J: Son, this may be a lot of things, but coffee it isn't.
S: It's decaffeinated coffee.
J: De...Decaffeinated? Old ladies drink decaffeinated coffee.
S: And people who need to lower their caffeine intake.
J: I like my caffeine intake. It gets my heart started. So do my cigarettes.
T: I didn't know we had any decaffeinated coffee.
S: I found it in the back of the pantry.
T: Oh Lord. That was Grandma Nettie's. It's been there since she died.
J: Tastes like it.
T: I'll make you a fresh pot.
S: Mom, regular coffee's not good for Dad.
J: Since when?
S: Too much caffeine elevates the blood pressure.
T: Doesn't he sound like a doctor?
J: No doctor I want to have. Well, since the milking's done, I guess I might as well have breakfast.
S: Right here on the table, Dad. Some fruit, skim milk, some bran cereal- a healthy, well-balanced breakfast.
J: For a hippie. For me, breakfast is eggs, bacon, hash browns-
S: And a zillion milligrams of cholesterol to clog your arteries.
J: And a cigarette with regular coffee.
S: Dad, you're gonna have to stop smoking and cut out foods that are high in cholesterol and saturated fats.
K: That's mostly eggs, milk, and cheese, Dad.
T: "Make love not war." Katherine Beckett, where did you get that shirt?
J: Are you saying that we shouldn't eat what we raise?
S: No. I'm not...
T: Take it off this instant and give it back to her.
K: A lot of kids wear them.
T: No my daughter.
J: I don't believe this. I don't belive this.
T: Mary Lou's older sister Karen, she came home from college...
J: Our son is anti-dairy.
S: I'm not anti-dairy.
T: ...Looking like a hippie.
S: I'm just trying to save-- I want you to be healthy.
J: I am healthy. I haven't had a cold since...
K: Yuck! Skimmed milk?
J: Since we almost lost Harriet in the drifts, and that was what?
T: Six years ago.
J: Six years ago.
T: Take that shirt off Kathrine, now.
J: I'm healthy because I work hard, I sleep good, and I eat dairy products. Did you know that a person can thrive on nothing but whole milk? Not survive, but thrive.
S: All I'm saying is you spent your entire life eating food high in cholesterol and that promotes cardiovascualer disease. Now look, you can reverse the damage you've done if you stop smoking and start on a low-cholersterol, low-fat diet and start exercising.
J: What the Hell do you think I do all day?
S: Well, you work hard, but that's anerobic. You got to get on an aerobic exercise program that will help your cardiovascualer system get back into shape.
T: He's gonna be a doctor.
J: I know you mean well, but aside from my cigarettes, I'm about as healthy as an American could be, and that is damn healthy.
S: Dad, you're wrong. After a lifetime of cigarettes and saturated fats, your arteries are as clogged as our water pipes. And if you don't do something about it---
J: I'm going into town for some cigarettes. You need anything, Mother?
T: Cranberries. Two cans. The whole kind.
T: Sam, that was a horrible thing to say to your father.
S: I know. I just want to shock him into taking care of himself so he'll live longer than another--so he'll live longer.
T: What makes you think he won't?
K: Grandpa Beckett died when he was 57.
T: You still haven't take off that shirt. And if you don't get a move on, you'll either miss your breakfast or the bus.
K: Thanksgiving vacation starts today.
T: Then you can help me clean the silver.
T: What did you do with them?
T: Your father's cigarettes.
S: I burned them with the trash.
T: It's just a waste of money.
S: What, my burning them or his smoking them? Mom, he's got to stop.
T: You're as stubborn as your father.
S: I'm his son.
T: Well, maybe I can cut out some fat in our meals after Thanksgiving.
S: That would be great.
T: But I don't want to hear anymore about his father dying. No one knows better that Daddy how young his father was when he passed on.
S: Yes Ma'am.
(Scene opens on a basketball practice.)
Cheerleaders: Stand up! Sit down! Fight! Fight! Fight! Cougars! Cougars! Fight! Fight! Fight! Yea, cougars!
Coach: Move the ball around, guys. Don't be afraid to shoot that thing. That-a-baby!
S: Slap this, Sibby. Again.
Coach: When you girls are done playing patty cake, I'd like your butts over here. Let's go! Let's go! Hey, you girls are pretty good...against each other, but come friday, you're not gonna be playing against each other, are ya? Friday, you're gonna be playing against Bentleyville and--
Team: No Nose Pruitt.
Coach: Exactly. The most intimidating high school player I have ever seen. So, I've got someone bigger and uglier for you to scrimmage against. Kong!
Coach: Kong will be taking Munja's place. Alright, let's go, girls! Come on, move! Red team this way. Watch that monkey, Sibby, watch him. See that? you didn't protect the ball, Sibby. Don't let him intimidate you, only I am allowed to intimidate you. All right, girls. Run it again.
S: Give me the ball.
Al: Don't tell me, let me guess. Herky is the guy with the hairy face.
S: I know him, Al, I know him.
Al: The cheerleaders. I bet Lisa is the one with the cute pompons.
S; They don't have po-
Coach: Anytime before Thanksgiving, Beckett. Take him, Beckett, take him. Take the ball.
Coach: Block that shot. Let's go. Hustle! Hustle!
Al: Who is that guy?
S: You're good. I know you don't I? Will you at least give me a hint?
("Kong" hits S in the head with the ball.)
Tom: Ah, hello, little brother.
(Commercial. Scene opens on S and Tom in a corn field.)
Tom: The first six weeks were the worst. Especially Hell week. We ran through evolutions 24 hours a day.
Tom: Training Exercises.
S: If you trained 24 hours a day, when did you sleep?
Tom: (Laughs) We didn't. I got a total of 24 hours sleep that whole week. Of course they fed us hot meals every six hours. That kept you going. That and learning not to think beyound the evolution that I was in.
S: I know about that.
Tom: Oh, do you now little brother?
S: Well, sort of...I mean. I have to take things one evolution at a time.
Tom: And, uh, what evolution are you in now?
S: Figuring out how to keep you from going to Vietnam.
Tom: Oh, don't tell me my little brother's a dove.
S: Not exactly.
Tom: Right. I'd hate to think of you as a hippie, burning your draft card, shouting "Hell no, we won't go."
S: I'd never do that.
Tom: Well, I've got to admit--it's a catchy slogan.
S; Lokk, Vietnam is a losing battle. It'll drag on for a few more years. It'll take more of us and more of them with it, but, in the end, we'll get out and the North is just gonna swallow up that South anyway.
Tom: So your saying it'd be ok to go if we were winning?
S: If you risk your life, it should mean something.
Tom: You don't think i'm coming back do ya?
S: That--That's a possibility.
Tom: Yeah, I guess it is. But I didn't join the Seals to miss out on the action.
S: Vietnam is not a basketball game, Tom. It's a war.
Tom: What's happened to you, Sam? You used to be for the flag, apple pie, and the Fourth of July.
S: I still am, but I just don't want my brother to die for a lost cause.
Tom: Sam, in buds, they pushed us to the limit and then beyond until we collapsed. They did it to show us we have outlimits. Maybe that's what Vietnam is doing for America. It's showing us our limits. That's not a lost cause.
S: You don't have to die for it.
Tom: Well, if not, how about duty. I took an oath, Sam. To do my duty to God and country.
S: I know that Tom--
Tom: Besides, I'm not gonna get killed in Nam.
S: You can't say that.
Tom: But you can say that I will? The truth is, little brother, neither of us can see into the future.
S: I can.
Tom: Can what?
S: See into the future.
Tom: (Laughs) You can, huh?
S: You're gonna flush two birds up there. Hit the first one and miss the second.
(Two birds fly out of the corn. Tom hits the first and misses the second.)
(Scene opens on Tom, T, J, and a doctor in the kitchen, talking.)
Dr: How many times did you flush a brace of birds?
Tom: Quite a few.
Dr: And how many times did you miss the second bird?
Tom: More than I care to admit.
Dr: Sam's an extremely sensitive and imaginitive young man under a great deal of pressure.
J: Pressure? What--What kind of pressure?
Dr: He's only 16, John, and with scholarship offers from how many colleges and universities?
J: A dozen.
Dr: Has he made a choice?
J: Well, he's narrowed it down to MIT and Cal Tech, although, ahem...I think he's holding out for a basketball scholarship from Indiana State.
Tom: Nah, I talked him out of that.
Tom: That professor from MIt told me that Sam's got a brain that comes along once in a generation. Maybe once in a couple of generations. He shouldn't waste it at Indiana State.
Dr: Maybe if I had a mind like Sam's, I could create a fantasy to stop my brother from going to Vietnam.
T: Then what he told Tom, he just made up?
Dr: Obviously so. No one travels in time. But he may not have done it consciously.
J: What are you saying, Doc? Are you saying that Sam's crazy?
J: Well, Thelma, what else can you call it?
Dr: He's not crazy, John, he's troubled. His mind has invented a creative way of handling it. It's a lot better than getting drunk or joy riding in a stolen car.
Tom: So, what do we do, Doc?
Dr: We go along with him. Try to accept that he may believe whathe's telling you. Then after some of the pressure's off, he'll realize that this travelling through time was nothing more than a wishful dream to help him cope with his fears. I hope this doesn't effect his playing against Bentleyville.
(Scene cuts to S and K on a porch swing.)
K: Bad is good?
S: Yeah, for awhile that was the slang.
K: Far out.
S: Nobody says far out anymore. They say, uh...well, awesome for awhile and then radical and then--
K: Oh wow. That's a lot better than far out. Awesome.
S: Oh boy.
K: So, what else can you tell me about the future?
S: Well, you're gonna meet a boy in a couple of years named Chuck.
K: Yuck. I could never go with a guy named Chuck.
S: You're gonna elope with him.
S: Katey, there's a little problem. Chuck has a--a drinking problem.
K: Got it. Don't go out with Chuck...when I meet him.
S: You're just humoring me, aren't you? Like Dad and Mom and Tom. None of you really believe me.
K: Oh my God! If you really are from the future, you'd know if he's dead!
K: Paul McCartney. The White Album. If you play "Revolution Number Nine" backwards, the Beatles are singing "Paul is dead."
S: No. Paul's not dead. Afterthe Beatles split up--
K: The Beatles split up?
S: Pretty soon, I think.
K: Oh God. Wait till I tell Elaine.
S: Paul forms this group called Wings and they come out with some really great tunes.
K: And John? What's John gonna do? He's my favorite.
S: Uh, Katey...John--
Al: Don't tell her.
S: John is going to write my favorite song.
K: You favorite song?
K: In the future?
K: Well, sing it to me. Or are you gonna use that swiss cheese brain excuse you gave me when I asked you who'd be my first boyfriend?
S: (Sings and plays guitar.) Imagine there's no heaven. It's easy if you try. No Hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people living for today. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for. And no religion, too. Imagine all the people living life in peace. You-hoo. You might say I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us and the world will live as one. Imagine no posses--
(K starts crying.)
S: Katey, what it it?
K: I've never heard that before.
S: Of course not, Lennon's not gonna write it for another couple of years.
S: Katey, what is it?
K: I don't want to believe you.
K: I don't want to believe you know the future because if you do, Tommy's gonna die.
K: I don't want my brother to die in Vietnam.
T: Hush, child, hush. He's not going to die.
(Enter J and Tom.)
J: What happened?
T: Sam told her Tom's gonna die.
S: I didn't.
J: Sam, I told you to keep that to yourself.
Al: Tell them you made it up.
S: I can't.
Tom: Katey, come here. I'm not going to die, ok? I'm not gonna die.
Al: Sam, you're not changing anything. Your father still dies in '72, Tom still gets killed in Vietnam, and Katey still marries Chuck. You're not changing their future, Sam, all you're doing is making their present miserable.
S: Ok. I made it up. I made it all up. I made up everything because I didn't want Tom to go to Vietnam.
T: Oh, Sam.
S: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
(S runs away. Tom attempts to go after him.)
J: Let him go, Tom. He needs to be alone.
(Scene is S running by a corn field.)
Al: I know it hurts, Sam, but you did the right thing.
S: I always do--I always do the right thing Al and where does it get me? Why can I always save strangers, but not the people I love?
Al: I don't know.
S: Well, I'm not gonna do it anymore. I'm not gonna do it. You hear that!? Whoever you are! Whatever you are! I'm not doing it anymore! I quit! I quit.
(S runs away.)
(Commercial. Scene opens on S running through a corn field. S comes to the end of it and falls down.)
Al: Feel better?
S: No, no, I don't feel better. It's not fair, Al. I mean, come on, it's not fair.
Al: Well, I think, uh, I think it's damned fair.
Al: I'd give anything to see my father and sisiter for a few days. To be able to talk with them again, laugh with them, tell them how much I love them. I'd give anything to have what you have, Sam, anything.
(Scene opens on the Beckett family at the dinner table.)
J: Dear Lord, do see fit to protect and watch over our son Tom. Amen.
Tom: Are you going to pass me those cranberries, or are you going to sleep with them
K: Are you going to go dancing with Lisa after the game?
(Cuts to S and Tom playing basketball.)
S: Hoo-yah? What's hoo-yah?
Tom: It's a yell used in Seal training. Nope. That hook won't work against No Nose. He's bigger than you are. Try adding a jump to it.
Al: Did you have a good Thanksgiving, Sam?
S: The best.
S: You're the best.
Tom: Thanks, but, uh, I'm not eligible to play, so learn to jump-hook. It'll impress the Hell out of Lisa.
Al: You know, he's right, Sam. A good jump-hook can melt a woman's heart. Just ask Bill Walton.
S: Lisa's gonna marry No Nose.
Tom: No Nose? Never.
Al: No, you're right, Sam. They get married in about a year, they have a couple of kids, and then, uh, oh, they get a divorce.
Tom: Look, listen...come here. Stick your left arm in his face when you jump to hold him off. You gotta beat Bentleyville tomorrow.
(Tom hits S in the head with the ball.)
Tom: Revenge, little brother.
Tom: Yeah, don't you remember?
S: Uh, no, not really.
Tom: Come on. In my face. When I played for Elkridge, Bentleyville was the only team we didn't beat.
S: Yeah, right. Give me the ball. Hey, Tom, how bad do you want this revenge?
S: Would you be willing to trade for it?
Tom: You dork. Don't you want to win?
S: Just give me one day.
Tom: A day?
S: The 8th of April.
Al: The day Tom was killed.
Tom: How do I give you a day?
S: By doing what I ask.
Tom: Which is?
S: Find the deepest hole you can find and crawl into it for 24 hours.
Tom: Oh, Sam...
S: Come on.
Tom: Don't start this again.
Al: He's right, Sam.
S: Look, I'll win the game, I swear I will, you just give me...April the 8th.
Tom: Oh, what the Hell. You beat Bentleyville tomorrow and on April the 8th, I will crawl into the deepest, thicest, concrete bunker in Vietnam. All right?
S: OK. Hoo-yah!
(Scene changes to the Elkridge/Bentleyville basketball game.)
Coach: Defense! Defense! Not patty cake, defense!
Al: Patty cake? That's high fives! That's called a high five! And what are you yelling defense? You should be putting them into a press! I feel like Dennis Hopper in Hoosiers.
Tom: Lucky shot, Sam. Lucky shot!
(Scoreboard reads Visitor: 42, Elkridge: 39 with one minute left. S gets fouled.)
Tom: Give him room, Sibby. Breathe, Sam. Deep...and slow. You just got the wind knocked out of you. I'm gonna kill that No Nose.
S: Just kepp your promise.
J: He's alright.
Tom: Just win the game, all right?
J: That a boy, Sam!
Al: You look a-a-a little shkay, Sam?
Tom: Had the wind knocked out of him, yeah.
J: Why the Hell's he talking to himself?
S: I gotta win this game, Al.
No Nose: Game's over, Jerk.
AL: Don't listen to Sansabeak there, you got plenty of time. Now all you have to remember is that free throw shooting is 80% mental concentration. You just gotta think positively. You say to yourself, "I'm not gonna miss this free throw. I can't miss this free throw." All you have to do is concentrate. Concentrate on taking this little, tenny ball and putting it in this great, big hoop up there...would you go ahead and shoot?
S: Thank you.
J: He's alright, that's one.
(Scoreboard reads Elkridge: 40)
No Nose: You gonna shoot or pose, wimp?
(Scoreboard reads Elkridge: 41, Visitor: 42.)
No Nose: so...we win by one.
S: You gonna freeze the ball, wimp?
Coach: Defense! Defense!
Al: You got 22 seconds, Sam. What are you waiting for? Shoot!
J: Sam, shoot the ball. Come on, Sam, shoot. We're running out of time, Sam.
S: Bye, Dad.
(Slow motion shot of S making the winning basket. Scoreboard reads Elkridge: 43, Visitor: 42.)
K and friends: Awesome!
Al: You did it, Sam! You changed history! You guys are going on to be state champs. Everything is working out just as Ziggy predicted.
S: My brother--what about my brother, Tom?
Lisa: He's over there.
(Lisa kisses S.)
Al: Uh, Sam. Lisa doesn't marry No Nose! She doesn't marry you, either, but at least she doesn't marry No Nose and have a couple of bulldogs.
S: What about Tom?
Al: Uh...it's coming up. I'm sorry, Sam. He's still killed in Vietnam.
Tom: Sam! Hoo-yah! All right, little brother!
(Scene changes to the Navy Seals in a river.)
Guy: He's dead.
Tom: How'd you know they were there?
S: Oh, boy.
(End of episode.)