Commercials. Coach, Tami, and Grace, bedecked in red, get out of the car, Coach exposit-wondering why "he changed his mind." Tami thinks it's going to be a great pep rally, and they all walk over to Ray's Barb B-Q where lots of Lions players and families and fans are milling about listening to a band play, watching the dance team -- which Jess is on-- and just generally hanging out in that positive community way all us big city folks envy. Landry watches Jess dance longingly. Julie approaches Traub and says "Hey!" He greets her warmly and wonders where her brisket is. She tells him she doesn't eat meat, and then says that she just wanted to tell him that she isn't going to tell anybody about the other night. And he looks her straight in the eyes and says "Tell anybody what?" Julie is speechless for a moment until her father gets on the mike and introduces the state champion Lions old-timers, who march in wearing their old jerseys to lots of applause while Virgil looks on from the back of the crowd. Deacon leads them all in a prayer, in which he talks about how a group of Lions is a pride and they stand there before God as his pride, and they all need pride, and what do we have here? What do we have here? PRIDE! Everyone shouts. And somehow the prayer turned into a chant, which is actually one of the scarier possibilities with how prayer might work; that it turns from a personal conversation into a militaristic mob-type thing. Oh well. The scene is sweet, though, of course, because these are all relatively decent people, which is how I like to think of the world.

Landry helps Jess clean up later in the kitchen. She's fussing around when he just approaches her, grabs the side of her head and kisses her. Like really kisses her. Then he says "We're not dating right?" and she, dazed and confused, agrees, "Definitely... not." He walks out, leaving her wanting more. Landry Clark! You devil! You've learned how to get with the ladies! Meanwhile, Jose Gonzalez's cover of that Massive Attack song "Teardrop" has started in the background, and I nearly instinctively get into protective fetal position. Something about melodic guitar-picking and the last two minutes of the show make me think something absolutely devastating this way comes.