Big Shot (2021) s02e02 Episode Script

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Previously on Big Shot…
This year, we're
going to the DII finals.
No one's ever done
that in the first year.
I got a secret weapon.
You see that girl? Volleyball prodigy.
- That's Ava Navarro.
- She's a wild card.
- Here we go.
- You say something, Gruzinsky?
I'm just wondering why you recruited
a disgraced celebrity
who doesn't play basketball.
I'm done.
Move in!
Hey! Knock it off!
You better step back.
How is it coaching at Carlsbad?
I don't know. It's It's great.
Can you please stop texting Lucas
for one minute
- and talk to your father?
- I'm not texting Lucas.
What's going on with us?
Look, I didn't wanna have
this conversation like this, but…
He broke up with me.
I'm sorry.
This school is just riddled with
the broken hearts of Lucas Gruzinsky.
If it were me, I'd be thinking revenge.
Now, I'm going to close the door,
but wait till the
No. No, no, no, no!
Just what is going on here?
Boys. There's boys.
Boys?
Yep,
and you can thank your girls for that.
The cricket cleaning crew discovered
that Belford was
riddled with black mold.
It's gonna take months to get rid of it.
Wait, so does this mean
our school is coed? Like, for real?
For the foreseeable future,
unfortunately so.
Do you have any idea
how complicated this is about to get?
Relax, you…
very cute boy.
Sorry.
Watch out!
Heads up!
- Hey! Watch it!
- No.
- I'm watching you!
- Whatever.
Exactly. And it's really
Hey! Give that back.
How many times do I have to say it?
The uniform policy does not change
because boys are here.
You better find some makeup remover
and a longer skirt.
Y'all better hustle to class.
Dribble that. Come on.
Hey! Who the hell gave you permission
to use my court?
Ms. Thomas said we could use it.
- What? What did you say?
- Ms. Thomas said we could use it.
Oh, Ms. Thomas said you could use it?
Well, she doesn't have jurisdiction
over my court, so get out!
- Isn't this, like, her school though?
- Bummer.
We just wanna play.
Good catch, man.
- All right. Thanks, Coach.
- Yeah, later.
Hey, bro. Bro. Look,
look, look. It's her.
It's me, Daddy Longlegs Gruzinsky.
Took me like two minutes to crush you.
Your hairy legs almost got me, but…
All right. Calm down.
Listen up.
We're gonna open up our textbooks…
Hairy legs?
All right. First, you let those boys
into my gym, scuffing up my court.
And now you're replacing me?
I'm sorry.
He doesn't have impulse control.
Could you just give us a minute?
Really? That guy?
I am not replacing you, Marvyn.
But, by association, this is your fault.
- What?
- That prank your team pulled last week
led to a number of Belford staff members
suing for mold exposure,
including their basketball coach.
Oh.
- So you're hiring a coach for the boys.
- Yes!
Their season begins next week,
and they need somebody.
- I get it.
- Excuse me?
Interview theater, you're pretending
to interview a bunch of guys
to bait me into taking the job.
- Marvyn.
- Listen.
At the college level, no,
I would not coach two teams.
But since it's high school, I think…
- Marvyn.
- What?
Of course, I considered you.
But the board will not allow it.
They don't think it's fair for either
team to have to share a coach.
Especially,
not their beloved Belford Bloodhounds.
You're saying I have to share my gym
with another coach?
- No!
- Good.
Because it's not your gym. It's my gym.
And, yes, you're gonna have
to share it with Belford!
Is this really happening?
Who do I have to call?
I'll stand in front of the board
if I have to.
- Marvyn.
- What?
Just this once, could you just trust me?
- No.
- Well, that's too bad.
'Cause that's exactly
what you're gonna have to do.
Next!
Get on out of here now.
All they have left are sweet
potato juice and oatmeal for lunch.
These boys eat like animals.
You guys,
something really weird
has been happening all day.
People keep coming up to me
saying the weirdest stuff,
like calling me Daddy Longlegs.
That's from the game.
What game?
This one.
Oh, my God. This is
It's gross.
So, somebody created
a monster version of Louise?
How do they have time for that?
I mean, school just started and I'm
already behind in, like, every class.
It must have taken them hours.
At least someone's obsessed with you.
That's kinda cool.
It's not cool.
Someone obviously spent a lot of time
and went through a lot of trouble
- to make me look stupid.
- This is next-level cyberbullying.
Please. This is child's play. Literally.
You have no idea
what we're even talking about.
No?
This may be news to you, but the
Internet isn't exactly a safe space,
especially if you're one of the most
famous volleyball players in the world.
Oh. In the world?
- Yeah, I am. In case you didn't notice.
- Or is it in your head?
- Are you kidding me?
- Okay, guys, this is super productive.
But unless Ava created the video game
I've never even played one before.
Aw.
We've gotta do something about this.
You know how boys are.
They'll be into a new video game
in no time.
Yeah. Whatever. I'm just trying
to focus on basketball right now.
If you want, I can practice with you.
That's sweet of you, but
Sure. Why not?
Let's see what you got.
You play?
Not as good as you, but, yeah, a little.
Come on, D me up.
Careful. They used to call me
Ankle-Breaker in middle school.
Wait a minute. You
play play? Since when?
Since forever.
Why did you keep it from us?
Why did Coach?
He doesn't know I still play.
Let's just say it's easier
to keep it from him.
Why?
I get it. Coach can be a hard-ass,
but still, you seem good, like,
you-could-be-playing-with-us good.
Are you gonna hog the ball or what?
Buckets all day.
I don't know how I would pass
this class without you.
I don't know
how I'd do anything without you.
Told you it had changed.
Nay, Tatay, you're home early.
Yes, your father's having
a reaction to dairy.
Well, now everyone knows.
Captain and Commander Smith,
how wonderful to see you.
- Nice to see you again, Harper.
- Well,
you know Carolyn
and I love being together
Uh, to study. Big tests all week.
Well, good to see you.
You too.
I thought you said you told them.
Technically,
I said I was going to tell them…
- Technically?
- …and I didn't
You've never asked again.
That's what Six months, Carolyn.
It's been six months.
- Hey, Harper, don't leave.
- This affects me too.
- Harper?
- No, I
It's starting to feel like
you're ashamed of me.
I feel like shutting this down
is a job for Coach.
No. We don't need him to handle this.
These boys have been here
for five minutes,
and, already, they think
they can just walk all over us.
What if we snitch to Ms. Thomas?
No. Ms. Thomas will literally
make it a teachable moment
and drag us all
into a cyberbullying workshop.
Then people will hate me even more.
So, we need to find the culprit
ourselves and confront them.
Show them that
we're not to be messed with.
Can you just let it go? I really
don't want to start any more trouble.
They started it.
And the culprit could be anyone.
It has to be somebody
here in this school.
Someone holding a grudge against Louise.
I know where to start.
- Ava.
- No.
Think nerdier.
Honestly the tail in itself,
it's a weapon.
- Dude, dude, look!
- Yeah.
So, we all know
about the Spider-Louise situation.
And we're here to figure out
which one of you nerds is behind it.
Is she looking at me?
I-I think she's looking at me.
Why are you doing this to me?
Did I pants one of you
in the third grade or something?
I don't think this is working.
It will.
Otherwise, the, uh, toy
is getting decapitated.
- Whoa! No, no, no.
- No, that's a collectible!
Then one of you better speak up.
I'm out.
I-I might be able to help you out.
Thank you.
You believe this?
I can't share my court space
with somebody I hate.
How do you know you're gonna hate 'em?
- Because I don't like anybody.
- True.
Should've seen these losers
Sherilyn was interviewing.
They're gonna have to be losers.
Who else is gonna
put up with you all day?
- You did it.
- I did.
And I have paid my debt to society.
And now I've been paroled to Carlsbad.
And I'm not paid to listen
to you complain anymore, Marvyn.
So, goodbye.
Holly?
You believe this? She hung up on me.
I knew you talked to the bonsai.
Uh, looks like this game has custom
modding tools that let anyone alter it.
Great.
So, how can we figure out who did it?
Mmm. We… can't.
Um…
Normally people like to brag
about their mods,
but this person is-is anonymous.
So…
- Um…
- You can't help me?
Not really.
Why did you say that you could?
'Cause I-I thought I could. I wanted to.
Like, but 'Cause you seem, like,
super nice and, and cool, and…
Um…
But also kind of scary.
- And intimidating and
- Yeah.
I'm not weird. I just
I don't I don't think you're weird.
Nice shot.
Who taught you that move?
- Jordan's signature shimmy?
- Yeah.
Michael Jordan.
I know I didn't teach it to you.
The only person I
taught that shot to was…
Hi, Dad. Sorry. Study session went long.
We have a killer test
in Grint's class on Friday.
Dad, what's wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Why would anything be wrong?
Because you're cleaning.
And you only ever clean
when something has gone horribly wrong.
That's not true.
I clean.
I like clean things, so I clean.
Dad, please.
Put down the towel and talk to me.
You still play basketball?
Louise told you?
Don't deflect.
After the Youth League Championship,
you told me you'd never touch
another basketball as long as you lived.
Why would you keep this from me?
Because, Dad
It was that ref.
It was that idiot kid ref, wasn't it?
Ref, what? He didn't do anything.
Yes, he did. He fouled
you out of the game. Don't you remember?
Hands up, Emma. Eighteen seconds.
Emma, plant your feet!
Plant your feet, Emma! Good!
Blocking foul. Number 15.
What? Come on, ref.
That was a charge. Clearly a charge.
Please get back in your box.
I mean,
that was clearly a textbook charge.
You know, he took
ten-year-old basketball
a little too seriously, that kid.
- Yeah, Dad. He took it too seriously.
- Yeah.
That's not how it went.
That is how it went.
You were playing hard.
That kid couldn't see past his pimples.
I wasn't playing hard. I was angry.
Emma! Get 'em! Get 'em! Get 'em!
All right, find a teammate. Find No!
Give it to your teammate,
not the other team.
Focus, Emma. Focus!
Good, good, good. Shoot! No!
- Traveling.
- Dribble the ball!
Dribble the ball!
Come on, Emma! Pay attention!
No! What are you doing?
You're literally throwing away the game!
You wanna be a winner or a loser?
Emma, pay attention!
You're blowing this!
Emma! Come on!
You should be crushing these losers!
Eighteen seconds.
Emma, plant your feet!
Hands up, Emma! Hands up!
Blocking foul! Number 15.
What? Come on, ref.
That was a charge.
Clearly it was a charge.
Come on. You fouled out on purpose?
Emma!
That was the championship game.
I worked hard to get you there.
- So you could shine.
- I didn't
- And you fouled out on purpose?
- I didn't wanna shine that way, Dad.
I hated it.
As soon as I was in a uniform
and you had a clipboard in your hand,
you became a monster.
Oh, come on. I wasn't that bad.
You're just too sensitive.
I wonder where I got that from.
So, you're interested
in playing basketball,
but you're not interested
in playing it with me.
Is that… right? Is that right?
Okay.
Harper, hey.
There's room here if you wanna
Oh! No, thanks.
I'm going to eat in the quad.
It's so nice to be out.
- Mouse, is something wro
- No.
Well, we won't ask you
any more questions about it then.
Harper's really upset that
I haven't come out to my parents yet,
but I'm just so nervous
about telling them.
Is it because they're both Navy?
Mouse, I promise you, you are not
the first gay person they've met.
I know.
There's my Aunt Carmelita.
They sent her off to be a nun.
Ouch. Poor Aunt Carmelita.
Nuns basically take a vow of poverty.
What a scam.
Really? I always thought
nunning sounded kinda fun.
Just you and your girls,
hanging, singing, gardening, whatevs.
I just don't know how to tell them.
I get it. I can't tell my mom anything
without her losing it on me.
So, what would you do?
I would tell that little Harper twerp
and her perfect parents
to back the hell off.
In the nicest possible way.
Or not.
Pretty sweet.
Oh, my God. That's him.
Ooh.
I didn't know
he played for the boys' team.
He's, like, even cuter in uniform.
Okay, you need to go apologize to him.
And by apologize,
I mean give him your number.
I'm not gonna, like, talk to him.
Come on.
What is the worst that could happen?
He says you're ugly, and he hates you.
- Mouse.
- What?
Just talk to him.
- Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo!
- All right, all right.
- You're up. Come on.
Hi. I'm
Yeah, I know who you are.
Oh. And you are?
Not even a little surprised
that you don't know who I am.
- Hey! Uh, thanks for coming.
- Hi.
- Thank you for the invite.
- Yeah.
- Oh. Hi! Hey!
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Buddy. What's up, Stark?
- Oh, my gosh!
- All right, all right.
- Yeah, he's just, like…
- Aw!
…a huge ball of love.
- So cute.
- Believe me, I know.
Now, so we can't go upstairs 'cause
my mom just got the carpets shampooed.
But I brought my gaming stuff down here
so I could show you something.
Check it out!
Wow.
Is that me?
Ye Yeah. Uh, well, um,
what do you think?
Do you like it?
'Cause 'Cause I wanted
to show it to you before publishing it.
Which I don't have to do,
if you don't like it.
No. I think, maybe if we just,
like, made, like, a few little tweaks.
- Can I?
- Yeah, of course. Yeah.
Yeah. Just do whatever you…
…whatever you wanna do there.
Yeah.
Just lucky she gave you an extension.
I know. Yeah.
Hey.
Um…
Thanks for coming.
I-I wanted to talk to you about, um…
I…
I-I-I don't know how to say this except,
well…
I've been feeling
really pressured by you.
You keep pushing me
to come out to my parents
and tell them about us…
about me.
- I'm sorry, I-I can't
- I was wrong.
What?
I shouldn't have pressured you.
I'm sorry.
Truth is, I remember how nervous
I was to come out to my parents.
I thought you said
that was easy for you.
Yeah.
I told everyone it was.
How many times
are we gonna have to do this?
Honestly,
I think we're gonna be coming out
for the rest of our lives.
Hey. Hey. Look at me.
It's fine.
You tell your parents
when you're ready.
You're worth the wait.
And there. Much better.
- "Queen Destiny." I like it.
- Yep.
Warrior Queen Destiny.
You can't skip the warrior part.
- 'Cause you see, it's
- Right. Yeah. No, no.
- That's badass.
- Thank you.
Trevor! I got you new briefs.
Yeah.
- Mom, Mom! I have a guest!
- Is that
Destiny.
Ms. Thomas.
Destiny.
- Ms. Thomas.
- Yeah. Yeah. That's, yeah, my
- Yeah. That's my son.
- That's great.
Mm-hmm.
Ladies and gentlemen,
coming to you live from Wisconsin.
It's Emma Korn doing the Jordan shimmy.
Let's see it, girl. Come on!
She doesn't look miserable.
She looks happy.
Listen, Emma, if, uh…
if I was a little hard on you back then,
it's only because there are a lot of
lessons to be learned from basketball.
Very applicable to your life.
- Discipline, concentration
- You still don't get it, do you?
Back then, Dad, and even now,
I didn't need a coach. I needed you.
Could we please not do this? Please.
Let's not make a big deal out of this.
I was a hard coach, as I should be,
and you were too sensitive to take it.
I think the problem
was I wasn't your son.
What?
I remember when you used to go
on and on to Mom
- about the son you wanted to have.
- That was a long time ago.
The one that would go pro
and take after you.
And the thing is, Dad,
I tried to be that person for you.
- Mmm.
- I really tried.
And I realized it was impossible
because no one can ever live up
to your expectations.
Okay.
I'm sorry, all right?
Can we just move on?
- No! I
- Please? No?
Can you just Just let it go.
What are you smiling at?
Come on, Emma! You know how to do this.
Keep your foot down. That was traveling!
You gotta pivot your foot!
Let me see you try. Here, go. No! No!
Your dominant hand
has to follow through.
We've done this a
hundred times. Damn it!
Come on, Emma. Please.
You got this.
You can do this. Just get it right. Now!
What is it, Carolyn?
Um…
So…
I wanted to talk
with you both about, uh, something.
Something that's been
weighing on me a lot.
Uh, do you remember when I was 14
and you told me about Aunt Carmelita?
And…
I asked a lot of
questions about her and
Which I said was because she was a nun,
but that wasn't the real reason.
Carolyn, Aunt Carmelita
If I can, Nay, I'd like to keep going.
I was interested because, uh…
you-you told me that she-she was gay.
And I felt that maybe, um…
You are too.
We know, Carolyn.
We know.
You do?
That's why we told you
about Aunt Carmelita.
We didn't want you to feel alone.
But they sent her off to a nunnery.
Nobody sent her off. She wanted to go.
Hanging with her girls, making wine.
Samantha was right. That does sound fun.
But why didn't you say something before?
We knew you would say something.
In your time.
And you have.
And we love you, little Mouse.
I love you too.
So, guess you're not a fan of my dad.
Took you long enough.
Found it online.
And Spider-Louise, that was you,
wasn't it?
What do you think?
Think it was cowardly you didn't
just come and talk to me about it.
I'm sorry about what happened
to your family.
But you didn't have to embarrass me
in front of the whole school
for something I had nothing to do with.
I'm definitely not my father.
It'll be gone by tonight.
The game.
Thank you.
What's the matter,
somebody steal a bonsai?
Funny.
- No, I'm looking for Emma.
- Oh.
We had a thing, you know?
Oh, no. Is there something I can do?
No, I'll take care of it. I just…
What are you doing here?
- Uh, just visiting Sherilyn.
- Visiting Sherilyn, huh?
- Yeah.
- Emma!
Excuse me. Emma.
- What is it, Dad?
- Can I talk to you a second, please?
- Here?
- Yes, please.
Come here.
Come on, sit down.
You were right.
I pushed you way too hard.
It's just that I wanted basketball
to be our thing.
And you were also right.
I did want my kid to
take after me, but
And you have that!
You know how many people
call me fierce, and passionate,
way too stubborn for my own good?
Who do you think I got that from?
Your mother?
Try again.
You got that from me.
Yeah, I think I did get that from you.
Thank you.
Oh.
I'm I'm what they call
a work in progress.
You're doing okay.
And, you know what, Dad?
Just because I don't want
to be coached by you,
- like ever…
- Mm-hmm.
…doesn't mean we can't play basketball
together some time.
Really?
Yeah. I mean, if you don't mind
getting your butt kicked.
What did you say?
You heard what I said.
- All right, hotshot. You're on.
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Come on. Come on. Go
Whoa!
Ooh!
Butt kicked.
What are you smiling about?
Old times.
Korns.
Hey.
Hey, I didn't know
you played basketball.
Only with my dad.
What are you still doing here?
Don't you have a job?
Yes, I do have a job,
and it's gonna happen in that office.
You're gonna be my
assistant coach again?
No.
Absolutely not. Under no circumstances.
She most certainly is not!
You are looking at the brand-new
head coach of the Belford Bloodhounds.
- The boys' team?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, so that's why you told me
to trust you.
I was just waiting for final approval.
Why didn't you tell me?
Surprise.