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Scene: Football Practice and a call.

The coach can be heard through the entire part, but the scenes switch between practice and a call.

Coach: (Yelling) Go go go! Go go go. I wanna see some sweat! I wanna see some blood! I wanna see some tears. (See images of the team practicing and the coach walking around and observing.) I'm not asking you to do or give anything that I wouldn't give myself! Stick 'em! Stick 'em hard! (Shot of Hank and Tyler running at the camera, they're racing each other.) Dig in, dig in, dig in! Hurry! (Cut to the call. Tyler leading the gurney and Hank's pushing it.) Men, the key to this season has been teamwork, teamwork, teamwork, teamwork! That's what elevates us above all the rest! That's the difference between city champs and pathetic losers! (There's a man on the ground. He's got a cut on his forehead and he's wearing a bike helmet. Tyler checks airways. Scene cuts back to practice.) Trust. Respect. Control. (With every phrase, the scene switches.) Know you're assignment. Play your position. Trust your teammate to play theirs. This is not the hokey-pokey my friend, it's football! (There's a cool little bit here. Hank winds up to make a pass to Tyler. Cut to the call. Hank grabs an IV bag and gets ready to toss it to Tyler. Quick cut to practice showing Tyler getting ready to catch the pass. Cut back to the call. Tyler effortlessly catches the IV bag without looking up. Cut to practice. Tyler catches the ball. Shot of Hank running. Cut back to practice. The team is on the ground in a group listening to the Coach talk.) Cold mine coach. Coach Snickman. Never thought I was good enough. If we wanna win this championship you've got to, got to remember one thing. There is no I in team. Okay, lets get back at it.

Team: (Each player says something different.) Alright! Let's go! (The team walks off. Hank and Tyler walk off together the other way.)

Hank: (Tosses Tyler a football.) Dream machine.

Tyler: (Tosses it back) We are. (Both sound confident if not a little cocky for this conversation.) Who's the dynamic duo?

Hank: You and me. Cuz we are. . .

Tyler: The best.

Hank: No doubt. (They laugh.)

[Opening Credits]

Scene: Football field. (The players are standing in a group around their coach.)

Coach: Take a knee. (Those in front kneel down/sit down.) I wish you guys could see what I see. I see teamwork. I see dedication. I see a chance to stick it to Spreewell.

Team: Yeah!

Coach: And have the first undefeated season in this school's history.

Team: Yeah!

Coach: (Looks up and pumps a fist.) Take that, Coach Snickman! Let's not get ahead of ourselves. Spreewell Prep is tough competition. They're also undefeated. And a victory gives them home field advantage for the playoffs, so I gotta ask you players, you warriors of the turf.

Team: Oh yeah!

Coach: You gladiators of the gridiron.

Team: Yeah!

Coach: Are we gonna let that happen?

Team: No!

Coach: What?!

Team: No!

Coach: What?!

Team: No!

Coach: What are you gonna do Saturday?!

Team: Win!

Coach: What?!

Team: Win!

Coach: What?!

Team: Win!

Coach: Alright, hit the showers. (The team cheers and breaks up and Tyler and Hank are talking.)

Tyler: I can't wait to stick it to those guys from Spreewell.

Hank: Ooh, I hear that.

Val: (Walks up to them. She looks like she was at cheerleading practice.) Hey guys. Looking good.

Tyler: Well if Hank keeps passing the way he had all season we'll be in great shape on Saturday.

Hank: I get 'em to you, you bring 'em home.

Val: You guys are like a married couple. With helmets and shoulder pads of course. (We hear Val's pager. She checks it.) Oh, that's us.

Tyler: Let's do it. (They start running.)

Hank: Now I'm sorry I missed that shower.

Val: Oh, not as sorry as I am. (Both Laugh.)

Scene: Park.

(We see the team running down a sidewalk with a gurney.)

Woman: (Sounds a little scared.) I had to call you, I didn't know what else to do.

Val: It's okay, just tell us what happened.

(We see a little girl, about 8, sitting on the side of the playground trying to catch her breath.)

Woman: She was on the slide and she started having trouble breathing. Her mom gave me this (holds out an inhaler.) but I can't get it to work. (Tyler takes it and Hank puts a mask over her mouth and nose.)

Jamie: What's her name?

Woman: Monica. Just, just please help her okay, it's all my fault. (Sounds really scared now.)

Val: No it's not. You were right to call us. We're gonna take care of her.

Tyler: Okay, we're set. (Hands the inhaler to Jamie, who lowers the mask.)

Jamie: Okay Monica, my name is Jamie. (Puts the inhaler in her mouth and uses it.) I know how to do this, alright. Take deep breaths. . . nice and easy. . . good. . . good. (Puts the mask back.)

Hank: Heart rate's coming down.

Jamie: You're doing fine, you're doing excellent. (Monica suddenly jerks back and punches Jamie in eyes with both fists. He falls over, out cold. Everyone else is speechless with shock.)

Scene: Station.

(Jamie is lying on a couch. He's holding an ice pack on a black eye.)

Tyler: You've heard of rumble in the jungle, this is more like rumble in the jungle-gym. (Hands Jamie a new icepack and takes the old one. People laugh.)

Jamie: (Not amused.) It's not that funny. (Drops the icepack on he left eye.)

Brooke: (Comes in.) Hey, Tyler, there's a call for you.

Tyler: (Laughing.) Thanks. (Other people can still be heard laughing.)

Brooke: What's so funny in here?

Hank: Jamie. (Val points and Jamie moves the icepack so Brooke can see the bruise that covers most of his cheek.)

Brooke: What happened to you?

Hank: He got dropped. (Grinning.)

Val: Yeah, by an eight year old girl. (Snorts with laughter.)

Brooke: You got beat up by a little girl? (Jamie just puts the icepack back.)

Hank: Out cold. (He and Brooke laugh.)

Jamie: How was I supposed to know she was gonna have a paradoxical reaction to the inhaler?

Brooke: Huh?

Val: Sometimes a person's body chemistry can have a weird reaction to certain medications.

Jamie: (Sarcastically.) Ha ha.

Hank: And boy did that little girl have a weird reaction. She about turned into Oscar De La Hoya.

Jamie: Tell me about it.

Hank: Man. (They laugh.)

Jamie: (Glares.) It's not that funny.

Val: (Almost silently.) Sorry. (Tyler comes back in looking pissed. He grabs his jacket and walks by all of them.) Hey Tyler, what's the matter? (He ignores her and goes into the garage. She follows.) Hey, hey, what's going on? Who was on the phone?

Tyler: (Sounds annoyed.) William the Emperor.

Val: Oh, your stepdad.

Tyler: The one and only.

Val: I thought you two were getting along now.

Tyler: We were. I mean until he started his campaign for Stepfather of the Year. I mean all of a sudden he wants to run my life. (Mocks William..) "You getting enough sleep Tyler? Is your math homework done?" The guy is so lame it's pathetic.

Val: Well he's probably just trying he best to. . .

Tyler: To impress my mom and I really wish he's give it a rest. (Walks away and Val stares after him.)

Scene: Under the bleachers.

(Caitie, Jamie and 4 other people are hanging out. Caitie's watching practice with disdain.)

Football player: (Off screen.) Go long!

Friend 1: Dude, that is brutal. (About the black eye.)

Jamie: Yeah, yeah, you should have seen this guy, man. Like six three, two fifty. Huge. (Jamie's grinning about hie lie.)

Caitie: That's not what Val said. (Caitie smirks. Jamie's face falls. Busted.) She told me it was somewhere like, uh, three foot six, fifty-two pounds. (The other two guys laugh.)

Jamie: Val said that?

Caitie: Yeah.

Jamie: No, no. (Caitie starts laughing a little and Jamie looks embarrassed.)

Scene: Football field.

(Coach is drawing out plays on a clipboard.)

Coach: Hank, Tyler, bring it over here! (The walk over.)

Hank: What's up coach?

Coach: I've been working on a special play just in case we need a miracle on Saturday. (Both guys nod and look at the clipboard.) Tyler, you're gonna be in motion heading towards the middle. (Points out stuff on the clipboard as he's explaining it.) Hank's gonna lateral. Tyler I need you to fake the run, then drop back and pass and hit Hank who's gonna find and opening downfield. Basically Hank, you're just doing Tyler's job and Tyler, you're just doing Hank's job. Let's give it a try.

Hank: Okay. (They break off.)

Music: Makes No Difference- Sum41.

Hank: Hut! (A ball is spiked to him.)

(Montage of clips showing Tyler passing the ball and they're all either too long or too short. On the off chance the pass is actually to Hank, he fumbles it or trips and falls on his face. Basically, there's a reason they don't play these positions in an actual game. We get a close up of Tyler sighing as a pass falls short and Hank misses it. Hank runs as fast as he can down the field to get to one of Tyler's passes. It hits the ground about two feet ahead of him.)

Tyler: (Fed up.) Hank, come on!

Hank: (Music stops.) Look, if you can get your fingers on the laces of the ball it'll help with accuracy.

Tyler: (Annoyed.) Yeah, thanks. I know how to throw the ball.

Hank: Yeah, but not accurately.

Tyler: (Angry.) Hank, it doesn't matter how accurately I throw the ball if you're not there to catch it.

Hank: Whoa, what's with you, man?

Tyler: You know what, nothing. My only problem is you're not where I need you to be.

Coach: (Sees the argument.) Guys, whoa whoa whoa whoa, easy. . . easy. You just need practice. Don't put so much pressure on yourselves. Remember: work together, that's the key. Let's do in again. (Louder to the whole team.) Line it up, let's get it right!

(Stock shot. Outside the station. Day.)

Scene: Station office.

(Brooke is using a laptop, she looks nervous and Jamie walks by and stops.)

Jamie: Hey, what's up?

Brooke: (Looks back nervously.) N. . . nothing. (Quickly closes out the internet browser window. For a second we the Kingsport EMS logo spin on the desktop and then Brooke quickly closes the computer.)

Jamie: (Comes in. Opens up the laptop.) What are you doing? (He pulls up the site she was looking at. Reading.) 'Teen Necessities. Which bra is right for you?' (Glances at Brooke.) Well I don't know, which bra is right for me? (Sits down next to her.)

Brooke: Um, I'm doing a. . . a report for school. . . on e-commerce.

Jamie: The e-underwear market.

Brooke: And I shouldn't be using this computer. I have to log off before Alex catches me. Just forget you saw that, okay?

Jamie: It's not a crime.

Brooke: I know, but if people around here found out, the jokes would be endless.

Jamie: Believe me, I know. (Points to his eye.)

Brooke: Jamie. . . please. . . don't tell anybody.

Jamie: I'll think about it. (A phone rings in the background. Jamie laughs and leaves.)

Scene: Garage.

(Tyler is backing the ambulance in and Hank is directing it from the side.)

Hank: Alright, keep it coming. Uh, cut the wheel, you're coming in close on the right.

Tyler: (Looking in the mirror.) Yeah, I see it.

Hank: More, more, more, keep cutting, keep cutting.

Tyler: Hank, I can see it in my mirror.

Hank: Yeah, I'm telling you, you're gonna hit these boxes.

Tyler: (Annoyed.) I have done this before, Hank.

Hank: (Throws his hands up in frustration and walks away, fed up with Tyler's attitude. Mutters to himself.) Just trying to help.

(The back of the ambulance bumps a stack of cardboard boxes and they all fall over. There's spilled medical supplies on the floor.)

Tyler: (Gets out of the ambulance and sighs. To himself.) Thanks a lot Hank.

Scene: Football game against Spreewell.

(The crowd is cheering and it's dark, gloomy, and raining. There's a band playing. Tyler walks into the shot looking confident. The camera follows him to where Val and the other cheerleaders are.)

Val: Hey, I saw your mom in the stands.

Tyler: Did she drag William along?

Val: (Shakes her head a little. Sounds a little sympathetic.) Hey.

Tyler: Let me guess, he's wearing a suit, right? The guy is dressed for the office at a football game.

Val: Well at least he came on such a miserable day.

Tyler: No. He probably just wants to make sure I play up to my potential.

Val: Well, good luck.

Tyler: Thanks. (He goes to the field and Val joins the rest of the cheerleaders.)

(The referee blows the whistle and the game starts. It goes in slow motion. Spreewell gets to kick a field goal.)

Tyler: (On the sidelines.) No, no, no, no, no.

Coach: (On the sidelines.) Left, left, left, left. (The ball goes through. We see a shot of the scoreboard. 4th Quarter. Kingsport's got 7 and Spreewell's got 10 and possession of the ball.)

Coach: Come on guys, huddle up.

Tyler: Guys, we have twenty-seven seconds left and we're only down by three. We can do this.

Hank: Not if you keep losing your concentration. Man, you almost fumbles twice.

Tyler: (To Hank.) They were bad passes. (To Team.) Guys, come on. Let's-

Hank: (Overlapping Tyler.) Let's go, let's go, let's go! (We see a kicker kick the ball. A Kingsport player catches it and runs. Everyone cheers him on. He gets tackled.)

Coach: Okay, bring it in, bring it in, bring it in. (The team huddles around him.) Okay, we're out of field goal range. We're gonna have to win this outright. Hank, Tyler, you know what that means. (Calming voice.) Okay, prepare mentally, just relax (More worked up.) Now go out there and whoop their butts!

Hank: (Grabs the front of Tyler's helmet.) Get it to me.

Tyler: Be there. (Breaks away. There's a shot of the cheerleaders and the crowd. The teams are lined up. The next play runs in slow motion. Tyler runs behind his team. Someone spikes the ball to Hank. Hank hands it off to Tyler as he goes by. Shot of the coach mumbling something. Hank runs downfield. We see Tyler pass the ball and it arcing through the air. Hank and A Spreewell player go for it. Hank brushes it with his fingers, but the Spreewell player intercepts it. The crowd groans. We see the coach look disappointed. The Spreewell player runs for a touchdown. Kingsport players just stand there while Spreewell celebrates.)

Tyler: (Pissed.) You blew it!

Hank: I blew it?!

Tyler: You missed the catch!

Hank: 'Cuz you threw it away!

Tyler: Me?! What happened to teamwork?!

Hank: You tell me 'cuz I haven't seen any from you this whole game! (Hank walks off followed a second later by Tyler)

[Commercial Break]

Scene: Field after the game.

Coach: It's a tough loss guys. Put up a good fight. What do you say we go to Angelo's for pizza. On me. See you guys there?

Tyler: (Depressed) No, count me out Coach.

Hank: (Depressed.) Me too.

Coach: Hey, I don't wanna sound like a cliché but you win some you lose some.

Tyler: This one we should have won.

Hank: We were one play away.

Coach: Look. . . guys. . . Don't get down on yourselves. . . We're eight and one entering the playoffs. It's okay.

Tyler: Really?

Coach: No. But I'm a teacher, I have to say that. (Walks away.)

Hank: (Sarcastically.) Nice pass.

Tyler: Hank, don't go there.

Hank: You know it's not too complicated, Tyler. (Val pager goes off and we see her check it. We can still hear Hank.) You find the open man and pass the ball.

Tyler: And maybe if you could read the coverage, I mean you should have cut left. (Val walks over to them.)

Val: (Completely ignored.) Hey Tyler, we've got a call on Mercer (Tyler stands up), we gotta go.

Hank: There wasn't an opening!

Tyler: What are you talking about?! There was a hole the size of Wyoming!

Hank: (Stands up.) Yeah, and you threw an interception! Don't go telling me this is all my fault!

Val: (Annoyed.) Guys, we gotta move. Now!

(Stock shot. Ambulance driving.)

Scene: Outside a woman's house.

(Val is kneeling behind Mrs. Q, who's resting against a pillow on Val's legs. Tyler puts a blanket over Mrs. Q's legs.

Hank: So you fell Ma'am, is that right?

Mrs. Q: Oh pay attention. I said I did.

Tyler: Where does it hurt, Mrs. Quackenbush?

Mrs. Q: I told you: my leg.

Hank: Yes Ma'am, but where?

Mrs. Q: The whole thing. Are you sure you're old enough to be doctors?

Val: We're Emergency Medical Services. We do have a lot of training to do this. If you could just try to stay calm.

Mrs. Q: Calm? How calm can you be when children are driving ambulances?

Tyler: It's a broken femur. We're gonna need a sager splint and traction.

Hank: No, I think it's a dislocated hip. We strap it and stabilize.

Tyler: Hank, you're wrong. I mean look at the swelling and the bruise.

Hank: It could be an old bruise! Look at the way the hip's rotated. That says hip problem. (Mrs. Q inhales sharply with pain.)

Tyler: Will you let me handle this? (It's not really a question.)

Hank: Not if you're handling it poorly.

Mrs. Q: Hey, will you two please get it together?!

Val: She's right. Just make a decision and get her to the hospital. That's are job, it's not to sit around here and argue.

Mrs. Q: You tell 'em, Honey. (Winces in pain.)

Hank: Okay, we're wrapping the hip.

Scene: Station.

(Brooke leans her bike up outside and walks up to Caitie.)

Brooke: Hey, Caitie. (Holds out a one of those big yellow envelopes to give to her.) Here are the math notes Val left for you.

Caitie: Oh. (Takes them.)

Brooke: (To Jamie.) How's your eye? (He just kinda stares.)

Caitie: Oh, I was just telling him actually, I could, you know, lend him a little mascara or something. . . for the other eye. Kinda balance out that look that he's going for.

Jamie: Ah, that's funny.

Alex: (From inside. Angry.) Brooke! (She leaves.)

Brooke: (Comes into Alex's office.) Hey? What's wrong?

Alex: Who was the last person to use this computer. (Gestures to the one she was using.)

Brooke: Why?

Alex: I came in here to pull down some invoices and the last active file is a lingerie web site. Now I can't imagine what that has to do with Emergency Medical Services so I wanna know who would be downloading this during work and why. (Brooke looks a little guilty.)

Brooke: Um, I don't know. It's just. . . That's the strangest thing.

Alex: Well I know that it wasn't you.

Brooke: Yeah, but, um.

Alex: Well then just give me a name. (It's silent for a second or two and Brooke looks like she's gonna say something.)

Jamie: (Comes in.) It was me.

Alex: (Yelling.) That is completely inappropriate behavior, especially in the work site. This little stunt has earned you a month of mopping duty, you got that?

Jamie: (Leans against the wall and stands up straight.) Won't happen again sir. (Alex leaves and Jamie waves over his shoulder and laughs.)

Brooke: Thanks for bailing me out. (Caitie looks around the corner. We can assume she was listening in.) You were, really great.

Jamie: Don't worry about it.

Brooke: I'm sorry I teased you about your eye. I'm not letting anybody do that from now on.

Jamie: And you're gonna help me mop those floors.

Brooke: Definitely. I just wish I hadn't have clicked on 'Teen Necessities' in he first place.

Caitie: Yeah, why were you checking out teen necessities? (Brooke looks uncomfortable while Caitie figures it out.) Oh, your first bra. Brooke. (Gets kinda cutsy in that 'she's growing up' way. Caitie hugs her while Jamie looks surprised and uncomfortable there.)

Brooke: (While Caitie's hugging her.) Gosh. (Sounds strangled.)

Caitie: Go away, we're having a moment.

Jamie: Like anyone would want to stay. (He gladly leaves.)

Caitie: Come on, sit down. . . Sit down. (Brooke does.) So, what's going on? Tell your Auntie Caitie. Come on, really you'll feel better if you- pardon the pun- get it off your chest.

Brooke: There's nothing really to tell.

Caitie: Brooke, you were surfing the net for lingerie. That's a total cry for help.

Brooke: Well I wasn't planning to buy anything. I just wanted to be. . . prepared. Some of the girls in my class are already wearing. . . (Looks around. In a quiet voice.) bras. (Caitie laughs a little.) And. . . and I just thought that. . .

Caitie: You might be ready for one?

Brooke: No, that I'd be the only one who's. . .

Caitie: Ugh, who's never ready. Yep. I know, I went through the same thing. But, you know what, sooner or later it happens to everyone. Trust me.

Brooke: Really?

Caitie: Yeah, really. And when it does happen you can go to your mom, or Val, or you know. . . if you're smart. . . me. We've all been there and we know how to shop.

Brooke: Thanks, Caitie.

Caitie: No problem. Just um, don't tell anyone I'm so sweet and understanding, okay. . . it'd ruin my reputation.

Scene: Garage.

(Hank is getting out of the back of the ambulance carrying a bag.)

Val: So the hospital called to confirm Mrs. Quackenbush's address and I asked them what the diagnosis was.

Tyler: Broken femur, right?

Hank: No way, it was her hip.

Val: As a matter of fact, yeah, it was her hip.

Tyler: (To Hank.) Yeah, you always gotta be right, don't you.

Hank: No, this time I was.

Tyler: You know what, I am sick of you bossing me around. You've got a real problem.

Hank: Oh me? No no no no, you're the one with the problem. (Tyler grabs Hank's shirt and shoves him against some metal cabinets. Hank defends himself and they start fighting.)

Val: Tyler! (Gets in there and pulls them off of each other.) Stop it! Tyler! Guys, stop it! Would you guys just grow up! Just grow up!

Tyler: You know what Val, stay out of this, this is none of your business.

Val: Yes it is! We are a team. We depend on each other. You were way out of line on that call. You almost let personal stuff get in the way of treating a patient, and you know what, if you had you guys both could have been kicked off the squad. And I'm really disappointed in you. (Tyler walks away.) Tyler, Tyler.

Scene: Basketball court behind the station.

(Tyler's shooting hoops. Val comes out to talk to him.)

Val: Hey.

Tyler: You still talking to me?

Val: Of course. (They sit on a bench.) Look, I'm sorry I was so rough on you. I meant what I said, but I coulda said it better.

Tyler: Nah, you were right. I mean I was completely unprofessional.

Val: Maybe this has to do with your stepdad. I just, I see how you act around him.

Tyler: William? I can handle him.

Val: Right. I mean you can put a good face on it.

Tyler: Yeah, that's what I mean.

Val: You know, things aren't great at home and you didn't want to admit it. And you just. . .

Tyler: Took it out on Hank. And you. Instead of trusting my team and telling you what was going on. I try Val, I mean I really try. But the more William and mom pretend everything is normal and we're all one big happy family, (Gets angry.) I mean I just wanna throw up! I mean nothing is normal anymore and I wish everyone would just admit it!

Val: Hey, me too. I mean every time my gets worried about my dad's heart she puts on this cheerful little fake smile and. . . ugh. . . I could just scream.

Tyler: Yeah, but you don't. You go out there and do your job like a pro.

Val: Well yeah, 'cuz I work with the best. I work with you. Come on (Grabs the basketball out of Tyler's hands.) Loser has to clean up the kitchen. (Walks over to the basketball court.)

Scene: Football practice.

Coach: (Blows his whistle.) Get on those sprints! Go! Go go go go go! (Shot of the Hank and Tyler running sprints.) Let's go! Hurry! Hurry! Go! (Tyler and Hank are faster than anyone else and they seem to be trying to beat each other.) Hank! Tyler! Don't overdo it! We don't need any practice injuries keeping you out of the playoffs. (Both Hank and Tyler fall. They're winded and breathing hard.) Tell me you're not hurt. Tell me you're not hurt.

Tyler: We're not hurt.

Coach: That's good. Okay, let's take ten. (Walks away. Blows his whistle to get the team's attention.) Okay guys, take ten.

Tyler: Man, this is stupid.

Hank: I hear that. (Just a note: On Tyler/Shawn's hand you can see two fingers taped together and wrapped up like they're injured.)

Tyler: I've had some problems at home with my parents. You know, I let the pressure get to me and I blew up at you because you were there. I'm sorry.

Hank: It's not all on you. I can definitely share some blame here. Hey, I'm a terrible receiver, I totally blew it with that pass.

Tyler: That's about the only time I can remember you not being there for me, man. You know you put up with a lot. I can always talk to you.

Hank: Hey, cut it out or my head'll get to big for my helmet. Your mom's cool, man. Hey, maybe your stepdad's cooler than you give him credit for.

Tyler: Yeah, maybe. But the important this is. . . we're still a team, right?

Hank: I only know one thing to say to that. (Reaches over and grabs a football. Holds it up.) Go long. (They both get up. Tyler runs a few yards downfield and catches the pass Hank throws him.) Sweet, sweet. (They do that High-Five-Hand-Grab thing and bump shoulders.) Check it out.

[Fade Out]

Transcribed by: MM

Written by: Josh Applebaum & Andre Nemec
Original Air Date: September 30th, 2000

Cast Info
Kevin Hicks- Alex Freeman
Scott Wickware- Coach
Joyce Gordon- Mrs. Quackenbush
Sarah Stevens- Babysitter
Bradley Jamesson- Friend
Alexandra Lai- Monica
Anton Tyukodi- Stunt Coordinator

Music:
Makes No Difference- Sum 41