Commercials. Luke moves stuff around on the back of his truck when Becky saunters out to him, proud that his mother said hello to her. They sit together on the back of the truck and Becky sighs that it's so pretty here. Luke tells her that he always wanted to get far, far away, but now he's starting to think he should get used to the idea of staying here. Try to imagine it. The camera swings around and shows us the two kids, looking out at a very pretty vista and Becky says she has a good imagination. She says that she's seeing him win the next game, making all these plays, scoring touchdowns, she sees it like a movie. Luke looks at her intently and wonders if she could imagine living on a farm. She says "Sure" but neglects to say that she imagines living on TIM RIGGINS' farm. They kiss.

Coach scrambles to get out the door on his way to the game. He finds Vince on his front lawn. Vince tells him that he knows Coach has an offer at Shane State, but he's asking him not to go. Coach, as usual, doesn't let himself get sentimental in front of his players. "You're supposed to be at the fieldhouse." But the great thing about not being sentimental with kids is that it somehow authorizes them to go that way themselves. Vince tells him that he doesn't know where he would be without Coach, either in jail or in a ditch somewhere. And if Coach lets him come back next season, he's going to be focused, no mistakes, no drama. Coach: "You know you're late, don't you? Get in the damn car." As they hop in, Coach asks Vince if he knows that he's starting tonight. Vince gets his "hooray!" face on and wonders when Coach decided that. Coach tells Vince that his main problem is that he asks too many damn questions. They both smile and laugh as Coach tears out of the driveway.

Billy scrambles to get out the door in his own way -- by taking one last shot of whiskey (while holding his kid in his arms). The camera ranges around and we see the lawyer getting a champers refill from Mindy. Becky comes in the door and we cut over to Tim Riggins, looking at her from the kitchen. Oh, dear god. You know how I feel about this pair. They stare at each other while Billy blabbers in the background. As he heads out the door, he tells Tim that it's good to have him home, throws him some keys and then asks the lawyer Eddie to keep his hands off his wife. Becky, to Tim, quietly, intently, like an emo girl's LiveJournal come to life: "Welcome home."