04x20 - Go Far

[bunniefuu]

[man on tv] although latin american
women have practically achieved...

Excuse me, van. Hey!

Excuse me, van! I'm trying
to dust the furniture!

Well, can you do it later? I'm watching
this show about women's rights.

Now, just rub your
socks on the table.

Well, all right, but this
counts as one of my chores.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, brock. Where's jake?

What do you mean, where's jake? What I mean
is, we were married once and had a son.

At this time, do you
know his location?

Wait a second. He's not here?

I was supposed to pick him up and take
him over to tammy anderson's house.

No. You were supposed to pick him up at
tammy anderson's house and bring him here.

Hey. Hey.

Jake, how'd you get home? Tammy
anderson's dad gave me a ride.

And all the way home, he wondered
how someone forgets their kid.

Me too. [Sighs]

Hey, I'm sorry, buddy. Your mom
asked me to do it. I guess I kinda blew it.

That's okay. Hey,
tammy's mom let us paint.

Let's have a look.

Oh, hey. Did elizabeth do that?

No, honey. That
was... That was jake.

Recently?

It's a boy, waiting
alone at a bus stop.

I call it where's dad?

See ya later, dad. Yeah.

Brock, you're a good father,

But lately you just haven't been
spending any time with the boy.

I'm sorry, but
I've been swamped.

With trying to get the dental practice
back on its feet and juggling two families,

Geez, I haven't even
had any brock time.

As I recall, it's brock time
that got you two families.

I'm just worried that it's
starting to affect jake.

You know, she's right, mr. H.

You don't want to end up like
that song about the boy and his dad,

With the dog and the
cradle and the rubber spoon.

You see, before you know it,

He's gonna be grown,
married, with a kid of his own.

Won't call as often
as you'd like, and...

[Sobs]

Sorry!

I got something in my eye.

great. Now the
other one's got it.

What's up with van?

The same thing happened with him
and his dad. They were never close.

He doesn't really like to talk
about it, but he's getting better now.

cheyenne, I need you!

Hold on, baby!

Well, take your shoes off.
I need to finish the table.

[reba] ha, hey!

♪ my roots are
planted in the past ♪

♪ though my life
is changing fast ♪

♪ who I am is who I want to be ♪

♪ a single mom who
works too hard ♪

♪ who loves her
kids and never stops ♪

♪ with gentle hands ♪

♪ and the heart of a fighter ♪

♪ I'm a survivor ♪♪

♪ She ate her lunch so sadly ♪

♪ So alone, so alone ♪

♪ Just eatin' her lunch ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ Drinkin' her water
thirsty for love ♪

♪ All alone, so alone ♪

Okay! Get $20 out of my
purse and go to the mall.

♪ Goin' to the mall 'cause
her mom said okay said okay ♪

- Get out!
- ♪ Yes, she did ♪♪

Ah!

Reba, I did it. I'm gonna be
spending more time with jake.

I am gonna coach him in
football. Isn't that great?

- Are you talkin'
about tackle football?
- Reba, this is texas.

You're lucky I don't
tackle you right now.

I don't want him to play tackle
football. He could get hurt.

He's one of the
smallest kids in his class.

Reba does have a point.

I mean, I was the only girl on
my sixth-grade football team,

And I ate boys like
jake for breakfast.

Which makes it all the more important
that he learn not to let his size stop him.

Come on, reba. A kid living with
his mom? Turn him into a mama's boy.

Jake's not a mama's boy.

[jake] hey, mom!
Where's the sewing kit?

It's where you left it. Oh!

Hey, tough guys
sew too, you know.

[Scoffs]

Look, reba. Tons of kids play
football, and they don't get hurt.

It'd do him a world of good to
get a little dirty, mix it up some.

ooh, brock has a point.

When I played football, I got hit in the
head all the time, and it didn't affect me.

Somebody get the phone! [Snorts]

You don't even know if
jake wants to play football.

Tell you what. Why don't we just
ask him? Jake, come over here, k*ller.

What's up? Listen, pal.

How would you like to have a
great time playing football...

And being coached by none
other than your ever-lovin' dad?

jake, you don't wanna play
football and get all sweaty...

And have people slappin' ya
upside the head all day long, do ya?

jakey, you know, on the one hand,
you'd have girls cheering for you.

And on the other hand,
possible head injury.

Although, honey, I
played as a kid, and I'm fine.

Somebody let that cat out!

I wanna play football.
Yes, that's my boy!

All right. We're gonna start
workouts first thing tomorrow.

Cool. I can't wait to
decorate my helmet.

If he wants to decorate
his helmet, you let him.

Huh.

You're not the boss of me.

What'd you say?

Geez! I was agreeing with you.

Oh, hey, reba. Here's a sport
jake's not too small to play.

Origami.

The ancient japanese
art of folding paper.

He folded a towel at our
house once. Nobody got hurt.

Any chance you
could fold your lips?

Oh.

Hey. What happened? Where is he?

Ah, you got nothin'
to worry about, reba.

Oh, thank goodness.
So he's okay?

He was horrible!

Oh, god love him.
He stunk on ice.

But he's not hurt,
right? No, reba. No.

You can't get hurt
in the fetal position.

To be honest, it was
a little embarrassing.

Please tell me you didn't say that
in front of him. Well, of course not.

Did you roll your eyes?

No, I didn't,

Not even when he put
the dandelion in his helmet.

But, honey, you can still
put him on the team, can't you?

It's not up to me, barbra jean.

The parks commission
makes the cuts, and jake

Is gonna be the first
to go, poor little guy.

- Well, where is he?
- Last I saw of him,
he was chasing a butterfly.

Or it was chasing
him. I couldn't look.

Oh, jake, baby! Hey, mom.

You need anything?

Uh, chocolate milk,
a cookie, something?

You wanna come over to our
place and fold some towels?

No, thanks. Hey, dad. I had a great
time today. Yeah, me too, buddy.

And the best part is,

We get to spend every saturday
together for the rest of the season.

Sure we will,
jake. Sure we will.

I'll see you at
home, barbra jean...

- So, jake, you really had
a good time today, huh?
- Yeah.

Really? I mean, you could
just spend saturdays with me.

Don't be jealous, mom. A boy has
to spend time with his father too.

It doesn't mean I
love you any less.

This is horrible,
barbra jean. I know!

Because of me, that little old
boy's heart's gonna be broken.

I can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

But somehow or another, we gotta
get that boy on the football team.

Okay, reba. I'll coach him.

Not you, barbra jean. Somebody
who knows what they're doin'.

He's not tryin' out for mascot.

I'm just sayin', I feel so much better
now that my dad and I have talked.

honey, driving by his house and
honking your horn is not talking.

He knows my honk.

- Van, I need you to coach jake.
- I thought you didn't want him
playing football.

I didn't, but he feels it's very important
to spend a lot of time with his dad.

So you want me to teach him that
the only way to win his father's love...

Is by playing some silly game?

'Cause let me tell
you something, mrs. H.

You can run around all
you want, and it's not gonna...

[Sobs] I won't do it.

Someone's gotta break the cycle!

I think he's doin'
way better with this.

cheyenne, I need you!

Right behind you, baby!

So, I bet someone who
doesn't know what she's doin'...

Is lookin' pretty
attractive right now.

- Oh, go answer the phone.
- Oh, I knew it!

Forty-nine, 50.

Ready or not, here comes daddy.

Where's elizabeth?

Where's elizabeth?

Elizabeth!

Honey!

Honey, where are you?

Oh, there you are. Come here.

Oh, you scared
daddy. Don't do that.

I should only
count to 10 next time.

Van, is everything
okay? You were yelling.

It wa... It was fine. Uh, elizabeth just
got scared, but daddy made everything okay.

Oh, you go inside now.

Yes, you think he's a freak
now, wait till you start dating.

[Chuckling] oh, yeah. [Sighs]

Dating? [door closes]

[Chuckles]

Yeah, she's gonna grow
up and start dating.

[Whistle blows] sir!

You wanna get off the
practice field, please?

What are you guys doin'?
Wait. You're gonna train jake?

Hey, somebody has to.

She might not be the
most qualified, but she

Doesn't burst into
tears every two minutes.

And I happen to be
extremely qualified.

after high school, I coached
football professionally for a year...

At gatesville women's prison.

We would have won the
texas state prison tournament,

Except my quarterback
was shot trying to escape.

If you're gonna make
things up, why don't

You make things up that
make you sound good?

Why do I even have to do this?

After I make the team, I'll just
practice with dad and the other kids.

You bet. We're just making
extra sure that that happens.

What do you mean? Everybody that
tries out gets on the team, don't they?

Well, um... [Clears
throat] not exactly, no.

Don't you worry, jakey.

If I can turn little arson annie
into a top-notch running back,

I can help you.

But I thought everybody made the
team. I'm not as good as those other kids.

That's okay. That's why we're
out here with... Coach cuckoo.

This is bad. I'm the worst guy out
there, and two of those guys are girls.

Okay, first off, let's lose
the sexism. Come on. Look.

Even if, by some chance, you don't
make the team, it doesn't really matter.

Honey, there's a lot of other
things that you're really good at.

But dad doesn't care about
those things. Oh, yes, he does.

No, he doesn't! Not like
he cares about football.

And I can't play football.

When I don't make the team, he's
gonna wish he had another son.

Oh, jake, honey! He
does have another son.

I know how the kid feels.

Oh, knock it off. You
don't know anything.

Oh, yes, I do. I never had a
relationship with my father either.

You're unbelievable,
you know that?

You're so busy with
your pity party...

That you can't keep the same
thing from happening to him.

This is a sensitive
issue for me.

Okay, look, van.

I'm sorry about what happened between you
and your dad, but that was a long time ago.

- My little boy is hurting now.
- What do you want me
to do about it?

Help him! Help
him make the team.

My dad never helped me. He
never helped me make the team.

He never came to the tryouts.

You can't impress
somebody who isn't there.

Be strong, van. Be strong.

All right, dang it! I'll do it.

But no halfway. That
boy is mine. Thank you, van.

He's gonna need a new pair
of shoes, lots of water...

And a pan of fudge brownies.

- Brownies?
- No questions!

I've gotta turn a boy into
a man, and I get hungry.

All right. This time,
run a skinny post.

On two. Hut, hut.

hey.

Go, jake. Go, jake.
It's your birthday.

It's your birthday.
Raise the roof.

Michael jackson.

All right. Way to go, bud. That's,
like, 10 in a row you've caught.

I thought it was 11. I don't count the
last one because of the way you danced.

Never do that again.

All right. So we've gone
over passing: a-plus.

Receiving: a-plus.

Now the only thing left
is the fun part... Hitting.

What about kicking?

Kicking?

Kickers are little wimps
who are afraid to get hit, jake.

I think I wanna be a kicker.

No, you don't. Didn't you
hear me? Hitting is the fun part.

Not when you're
the one getting hit.

Wait a minute. Is this... Is this
why you did so bad the other day?

You're afraid of
getting hit? Yeah.

I also don't want to
be lit on fire. I'm weird.

I bet you think I'm a big baby.

No. No. No. Listen. When I was
playing, I was afraid of getting hit too.

No, you weren't. Oh, yes, I was.
Everybody's afraid of getting hit.

But you can use that
to your advantage.

See, you need to hit them
first, so they get scared first.

Now, we're gonna
do a play right now,

But we're gonna
do it in slow motion.

I want you to try to hit me
before I hit you. Okay? Got it.

On go. Ready, set, go.

Hey! You said slow motion!

Oh, I'm sorry. Okay. I messed
up. Let's try that again.

Okay. Here we
go. Ready, set, go.

Hey, no fair. Oh, I'm
sorry. One more time.

Ready, set, go. Van, stop it!

Whoa!

That's right, jake. "Whoa."

I like that feeling.

- You still wanna be a kicker?
- I wanna hit a kicker!

Lesson over.

Yeah! All right.
All right. Cut it out.

No! Get off me.

No. Jake.

Yeah, you better walk
away. That's right. Oh, yeah.

♪ Snap, what's that it's
that little boy's leg ♪

♪ Crack, oh, my it's
that little boy's arm ♪♪

kyra! Knock it off.

You know what? You think you're
so funny, and you are so not.

Yeah? Well, you think you're
so pretty, and you so are.

Well, shut up, kyra!

- Hey.
- So, honey, what happened?

Was he hurt? Tell
me he's not hurt.

♪ He's hurt, he's hurt
he slammed in the dirt ♪

I will sell that
guitar. All right.

He's fine. He'll be right in.

Did he do it? Did he
make the cut? Yes, he did!

[Cheering]

And then... Yeah?

- He got banned.
- What? Banned?

Oh, good lord, no. Steroids?

You should have been
there. He was an animal!

he was in on every play... Running,
jumping, uh, putting the smackdown on guys.

My son is a monster!

Okay. Wait a minute.
I don't understand.

If he was so great,
why was he banned?

Yeah, isn't that how you're supposed
to play? Run around like a crazy lunatic?

Great sport, by the way.

Yeah, well, they don't want
him playing like that at his age.

So, some of the parents
got together with the

Committee and they
banned him for one year.

They called him an assassin.

Jake! Can you believe it?

So you just let them ban him?

Oh, no. I said, "okay, if he can't
play, then I'm not gonna coach."

- What did they say to that?
- They said that's what
they were thinking too.

So they banned me. I
can't coach for a year.

Ladies and gentleman, I
give you the assassinator!

[cheering]

Stay very still, folks. He's
trained to hit anything that moves.

He's 75 pounds of
ornery whup-a*s.

But he's so cute.
Watch it, cheerleader!

Thanks for the help, van. Hey,
no problem, buddy. Helped me too.

Gave me a chance to work
through some of my feelings.

I can't believe I spent all those
years mad at my dad 'cause...

[Sobs]

Oh, boy.

I'm gonna go call my dad.

All of this has really helped him. I
think he's had a real breakthrough.

I'm just glad I could've
been there for him.

[van] cheyenne, I
got the machine!

Okay, this is getting old.

Well, jake, I think
this might be the first

Time you ever got in
trouble with anybody.

- I'm really proud of you.
- Come on, mr. Assassinator.

I'm gonna take you in the
kitchen and buy you a soda.

[phone rings] I'll get it!

Oh, thank goodness.
You hear it too!

acme! [Coughing]