Devin: Someone once said pain is temporary,
but quitting lasts forever.
With the biggest game of the season tomorrow,
quitting is not an option.
[groans]
I just need to keep my injury a secret
until after our game against Pinewood.
You might need a new Ace bandage.
That one's worn out.
Well, that secret got out fast.
Uh, what are you doing here this early?
Morning detention.
Well, kind of.
I'm so used to coming in early,
that I forgot I didn't have it for once.
That's sad.
Almost as sad as that wrap job.
Let me see your ankle.
Uh, I'm fine. It's nothing.
I just twisted it when I fell in the grass
during our great escape from Pinewood.
[scoffs] Of course you did.
Literally, nothing good comes from that place.
There's nothing to say.
I hurt my ankle when I was younger,
and every once in a while it flares up again.
No big deal.
Dev, a flare up happens with acne and attitudes.
That is an injury.
And dramatic comments like that
are why I'm keeping it a secret.
Trust me, I just need to rest up for 24 hours,
and I'm good to crush those Pinebots.
Well, you got lucky.
We don't have practice today.
We don't?
Nope. Coach just emailed.
He wants us to do some kind of campfire
to bond before the big game.
That sounds like Coach.
So, you're not gonna tell?
Sneaking around and hiding stuff from people
is kind of my forte.
Thanks.
Now let me take a look at that thing.
But I gotta tell you,
playing through the pain is a lot easier
with a friend by your side.
♪ Five, six, five, six, seven, eight ♪
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Why is it so hard for our kids to refill the ice trays?
Is it out already?
I could have sworn it was full last night.
Guys, I have some amazing news.
Last month I submitted my photos
to Apropos Galleries Young Artist Showcase,
and guess what?
You got in?
No, some kid named Adams Alaband did.
But he was caught plagiarizing,
so I got his spot. Isn't that great?
Congrats, Bail, that's fantastic.
See? I'm always telling you crime does not pay.
I can't believe it.
A real gallery wants to showcase my artwork.
Let us know how we can help.
Glad you asked.
I'm gonna need a ride around 3:00 tomorrow
so I can set up before the show.
Yeah, that's no problem.
I'm sure your mom or I can drive you.
Also, I'm gonna need blue tack, adjustable hooks,
and clear nylon string.
And not the cheap stuff.
Oh, no.
The art show's at the same time as Devin's Pinewood game.
Well, this is new. What do we do?
- Divide and conquer? - Divide and conquer.
I hope Dev's okay with it.
We've never missed a game before.
What can we do? We've got two overachieving kids.
- Hm. - I'll take Devin,
- you take Bails. - Yeah. Works for me.
I always felt like he had his artistic skills
from my side of the family, after all.
Let's just hope he didn't get your humility, too.
All right.
[school bell rings]
Hey, guys.
Want to help us flyer?
Here. I'll take some for both of us.
Our captain should not risk paper cuts
Okay.
Um, Dev, watch the shoelace.
Don't move, I got it.
It's a little suspicious
that you're carrying my lunch tray.
Unless we're going steady.
Yeah, you're not really my type.
Too high maintenance.
So, last game of the year.
Pinewood. Would you call it a grudge match?
I would.
I'm ready to crush them.
Can't wait. See ya there.
You are going to a girls' soccer game?
I'm VP of the student council now.
- So? - So...
I have no choice, it's mandatory.
[chuckles]
Oh, this seat's taken.
For who?
None of your business. Bye.
This whole bodyguard thing is a little much.
Who knew my talent for intimidation
could be channeled for good?
[scoffs]
Shoot. I forgot to refill my water.
No, no, no. Here. I'll-- I'll just get you some.
No worries.
Did she lose a bet?
What do you mean?
Mirabelle. She's acting so...
nice and considerate.
It's not her.
Well, maybe she's just reformed.
Remember? We helped her with her school stuff.
Look, I try to see the best in people,
but there's no way one B minus
unraveled a lifetime of bad attitude.
Now, come on. What's up?
You're acting weird.
Me? Maybe it's you who's acting weird.
I mean, what's up with you, Em?
Fine, don't tell me.
But reverse psychology doesn't work on me.
I know you're hiding something.
Jeez, Emma, way to be a creeper!
All of the sneaking around
is really making you jumpy, I see.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do.
Hiding Devin's secret must be a stressful job.
No, Devin doesn't have a secret.
Of course, she does, and now that I know what it is,
I can see why you've been acting like her private butler all day.
Excuse you! I am no one's butler.
I'm just making sure that she rests her ankle
until tomorrow's game.
Devin hurt her ankle?
Yes. You just said that you knew.
Oh, man. I walked right into that.
You did. Haven't you seen any detective show?
- Ever? - Great.
She's gonna kill me.
So what now? You gonna rat her out?
No, but you should convince Devin
to tell Coach herself.
You and I both know that we need Devin to play
if we want to beat Pinewood.
That's not the point.
Come on. They're stealing our coach.
You can't tell me that you don't care about beating them.
I do. But is Devin safe to play?
As far as she's concerned, she is.
Whatever, Emma. I don't have time for your mind games.
But just remember,
nobody likes a snitch.
Only 24 more hours to go in operation
"Hide Devin's Injury."
Yeah, well, today at school was a walk in the park
compared to sneaking around my parents.
I wish they weren't going to the game tomorrow.
I'm worried if they see me play,
they're gonna know something's up.
I hear you.
Parents have, like, this creepy sixth sense about them.
Sure do.
- Mom! - Mrs. Burke.
We also have eyes in the back of our heads.
Just FYI.
Uh, just making a snack before the bonfire.
Well, please fill the ice back up when you're done.
Will do. Sorry.
So, you girls excited for the game tomorrow?
- Definitely. - Can't wait.
Listen, Dev.
Your Dad's gotta take Bailey
to a young artists showcase tomorrow.
And it's the same time as your game.
Bailey got into a showcase? That's so cool.
It is, but it also means
we can't both be at your game.
Don't worry about it.
Matter of fact, you should go too, Mom.
You don't want to miss that.
But we always go to your games.
Exactly. You've come every week.
How often does Bailey have an art show?
Devin's right. I mean,
we'll have a million more games,
but you can't miss mini Burke's showcase.
Mm-mm.
Well, I'll tell Dad.
This is awesome.
I've always wanted an evil sidekick.
Hey, why am I the sidekick?
All right. Today we're gonna set intentions.
I want each of you to write down
one positive thing you intend to do.
I intend to take down 10 more S'mores
- before the night is over. - [laughing]
I mean something that will help lead the team
to victory in tomorrow's game.
I intend to take down 10 Pinewood girls,
and get a selfie with them crying in the background.
[laughing]
- Coach: Hey. - Yeah.
Okay. My World Cup team conducted a similar ritual,
but if you girls are not gonna take it seriously--
That's what I thought.
I'll start.
I intend to push you girls tomorrow
to be the best that you can be,
which I know is fantastic.
Now watch.
[crackling]
Each intention will make the flame bigger.
I get it.
Kind of like how all our intentions together
will help fuel the team to victory.
Exactly, Devin.
Why don't you start us off?
I intend to--
Why don't you stand up?
Um--
Okay, well, I intend to keep my head up,
and look for open passes on the field.
Excellent.
[crackling]
Um, Jessi.
I will play patient defense,
and keep my eye on their strikers.
Coach: Good.
I will guard my goal like a scaled hawk dragon
guards its lair beneath the city L Street Center.
[sighs] It's from a video game.
I intend to be honest with my teammates
no matter what.
Coach: Okay.
- Um, how about-- - I'll go.
I intend to support the decisions
my teammates make for themselves.
Okay, I think that works.
Well, I intend to put the well being of my teammates
before my own selfish needs.
And I intend to grow up and get over it.
Girls, if there's something going on between you two,
leave it at home.
I'm gonna go get some more S'mores supplies.
When I get back,
I expect whatever this is to be resolved.
[wind blowing]
[sighs] This won't do.
This won't do, either.
[sighs] This is all just garbage.
What are you talking about? Your pictures are great, Bails.
Photographs, Dad.
Pictures are taken by untrained eyes.
Right. Photographs. Well, everyone loved your photographs
at the banquet the other night.
That's just because it was a sentimental slide show
of teenage girls set to sad music.
Here you go, Bails.
They didn't have blue tack,
but the lady at the art store
said these sticky cork pads will work just the same.
Well, maybe the lady at the art store
shouldn't quit her day job.
All right, well, I think our little Van Gogh
is one freak out away from losing an ear.
Good luck.
Let's just talk lighting.
Please tell me you got the 20 watt halogen flex arm I asked for.
[chuckles] Perfect.
[sighs]
So, is somebody gonna fill us in?
Why don't you ask Emma?
She's the one who freaked out.
Me? I'm just trying to be a good friend.
Right, by doing the exact opposite of what Devin asked.
What's Devin got to do with this?
You told Emma?
No. Well, yes.
Well-- well, no. No, no, she just figured it out.
Guys, what's going on?
Come on, they won't tell us anything.
This doesn't even concern you.
[all talking at once]
Stop! Just stop!
I hurt my ankle.
What? When? And why didn't you tell us?
Because it's not a big deal, okay?
Then tell Coach.
Hey, if he agrees with you, you'll still get to play.
No! I don't need someone else's permission to play, all right?
I know my ankle better than anyone.
Do you want this to be a career ending injury?
I'm just trying to do what's best for you.
Seriously, just trust me on this one, I'm fine.
And if you guys care about winning tomorrow's game,
you won't tell, either. Got it?
Okay.
You feeling better over here?
Sure are.
Let's make some S'mores.
You know, I gotta say
I'm kind of excited.
Come on, you always have to be so sarcastic?
I'm serious. I mean, the girls' team have come a long way.
Wait. You're actually giving them a compliment?
Well, I mean, I don't think they have a prayer of winning,
but still, I mean, it might be interesting.
And he's back.
Coach: All right.
This is it.
After all of your hard work,
you deserve a win today.
All I ever wanted was for you girls to become a team.
And now you are.
A team that can beat Pinewood.
So get out there and win!
[cheering, applause]
All right, let's warm up.
Devin, may I talk to you?
Sure, Coach. What's up?
I can't let you play today.
What? Why?
You know why.
Did you think I'd let you play on a hurt ankle?
But, I-- I'm fine.
Mm. Let me see.
It's just a small pull or something, honestly.
Great. Then show me.
Yeah.
This is not up for negotiation.
I can't let you play.
Who told?
Was it you? Trying to do the right thing.
Devin, enough.
Well, congratulations. Now look how that turned out.
Okay. Fine.
It was me.
I told.
I did, too.
Me, too.
I definitely told.
Same here.
And me.
Sorry, it was just the right thing to do.
This is unbelievable.
I can't trust any of you.
Devin, stop.
- Devin! - What?
Maybe you just want to watch Pinewood destroy us.
Then you can leave for a winning team.
Is that what you think?
I don't know. Maybe.
Listen, Devin.
In the long term, this game is not what matters.
The long term is about your health.
And your friends.
And from what I've seen today,
these are friends worth keeping.
We're sorry we went behind your back.
We just care about you.
Yeah.
And no matter how badly I hate those Pinebots,
they aren't worth risking everything over.
You want to go to the Olympics one day.
We need you.
For more than just your skills.
It's because of you that we're this good.
Here.
- No, no, no, I-- - Don't worry.
I'm not going anywhere,
but they need a captain out there.
I'm sorry, guys.
For, well, everything.
Don't worry about it.
We knew you'd come around.
Wait, wait, wait, I want in on this.
Me, too.
I don't, but I'll do it.
Come here.
All right, guys, toughen up.
We have a game to play.
[giggling]
Hey, Coach, about what I said--
Already forgotten.
Okay, captain. Now what?
Let's go win this thing!
[cheering]
Good work.
Well, Bails, after all that stressing out,
you actually pulled it together.
It wasn't stressing out, Mom,
it's part of the artistic process.
Okay. I took a lap.
You definitely have the best exhibit in the place.
Your pictures are way better.
Sorry. Photographs. Sorry.
[sighs] Thanks for coming out, guys.
It means a lot to me.
You must be Bailey Burke.
I'm the gallery director, Peter.
I love your portfolio. You're very talented.
Thanks.
I mean, it-- it's just a hobby.
I mean, I want it to be more than that.
I'm just... new.
Well, these images are very impressive
for a new artist.
I mean, some of these even looked as though
you spent years studying your subjects.
Yeah. There's my sister,
Devin.
I've spent a lot of time with her.
I've spent a lot of time with all of them, I guess.
She looks passionate.
You have no idea.
That's Mirabelle.
She has a strong shot.
And Emma, she's surprisingly fast for her size.
And Parker, well, she may seem nuts,
but she's actually amazing.
And--
I can't believe I'm saying this,
but I wish I was there right now.
You're kidding, right?
No. If we leave right now,
we can make it to the second half of Devin's game.
Well, aren't you the one who's always complaining
that we make everything all about Devin?
I know, right?
This is what it must feel like to follow sports.
Now I want to see how it ends.
Do me a favor and say hi to Coach Rivas for us
when you sub out.
Do me a favor and say hi to your soul.
If you ever find it.
Come on, now, you ladies.
[whistle blows]
[crowd cheering]
- [cheering] - [whistle blows]
It's one-nothing.
All right. That's okay.
Plenty of time to make up for that.
- Let's slow it down. - Take it slow.
Huh. Someone's learning.
[crowd exclaiming]
- That's it. [groans] - Come on!
[crowd groaning]
Okay. It's okay. Let's get back on defense.
Come on.
[exhales]
[groans]
[panting] Uh-oh.
They're losing.
And Devin's not playing.
Okay. Not how I pictured this going.
Uh, why don't you guys get some seats.
- I'll see what's going on. - Okay.
Quick, quick set it up!
- Okay. - Dev.
Dad? What are you doing here?
I thought you were at Bailey's art show.
We were, but he decided he'd rather be here.
Really? Bailey?
Yeah, how come you're not playing?
I twisted my ankle the other day.
Oh, no, not the right one again.
Wait, how come you didn't say anything?
I know I should have. I'm sorry, I just--
I didn't want to miss the game.
Anyways, Coach benched me when he found out.
Well, I'm glad somebody acted responsibly.
I'm sorry, sweetie, I know this game meant a lot to you.
Coach: Let's bring it in.
It's okay, Dad, but I gotta go.
I'll see you after the game.
Break a leg.
Uh, love you.
I love you, too.
Girls.
Relax. It's only halftime.
You're playing panicked out there.
We're trying to slow it down, but...
they're just so fast.
It's my fault.
I should have had that last one.
No, it was me. I missed that one pass.
I wasn't quick enough in the back.
Guys, it's not about I this or I that.
Remember how terrible we were at the beginning of the season?
We were bad because we were scattered.
The problem was we weren't playing together.
But not anymore.
Everyone has made individual improvements.
Now we have to combine them.
It's like the bonfire.
- Yeah. - All: Yeah.
Yeah. Finally. You girls get my intention exercise.
All right, now let's get out there,
and make those Pinewood girls
regret taking our awesome coach.
Hands in.
One last time for the season.
Want to lead us in, Captain?
It's all you.
Kicks on three!
All: One, two, three, go Kicks!
[whooping]
What's the verdict?
Devin hurt her ankle the other day.
She's resting it.
- Oh, no. - Yeah.
The case of the missing ice is solved.
[cheering]
Emma!
- [cheering] - Yeah!
[cheering]
Come on, now, let's get back.
Good save, Parker!
Parker: Zoe.
Emma: Lily, Lily!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go.
Go, go, go, go!
[crowd exclaiming]
Are you kidding me!
- [whistle blows] - Hand ball.
Ah-- Yes!
[cheering]
Hm. Hand ball in the box.
Anyone can take the penalty kick.
What do you think?
There's no time left.
If we score, we win.
Let me take it. I can do it.
No, Devin. We're not going through this again.
You're injured.
My right foot is injured, my left foot is fine.
Your left foot.
It's not a good idea. Mirabelle can take it.
They already know her shot.
They've been stopping her all game.
Come on, I can do it, I promise.
No hard defense, no running.
I have been working all season to strengthen my left side.
Sub me in.
What's she doing? She's going in?
I don't know. She said she wasn't.
You're one dimensional.
What? How?
Your left side is weak.
Look, when I first started with you,
you were weak on your left side.
[screaming]
Are you okay?
[whistle blows]
[cheering]
[chanting] Let's go, Kicks!
Devin: Sometimes athletes do have to play through the pain,
but the really lucky ones
can count on their team to be there for them
whether they ask for help or not.
- [chanting] - [screaming]
[groaning]
Devin.
[groaning]
[cheering]
Emma: Help!
Medic!
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