Cut to Coach Taylor, who's gone over to the Kaster household to make amends. Kaster sits on the couch, still bruised and cut up as Taylor apologizes. Kaster says when he gets back to school, every football player will have a piece of him on a daily basis. Taylor guarantees that won't happen and simply says there is no excuse for what Reyes did to them. Mrs. Kaster looks on in surprise and hesitant expectation.

Street, Lyla, and Tim sit around a campfire contemplating life. Tim talks about when they used to sneak down to the lake in junior high school, dreaming about playing varsity. Way to bring up dead dreams there, Tim. Jason reminds him that things have changed, and Tim says they can still get their hunting ranch. Street wonders how, without his expected NFL paychecks. Tim deadpans, "That's just it. I think I'm gonna go pro." Pause. They all three bust out laughing at the ridiculous notion. Tim, usually so closed off, is totally putting himself out there here, and it's rather heartbreaking. He naively declares that "that's just the money part anyways. We can figure that out. Best friends, right? Wasn't that always more important than football?" Street laughs, "No!" but then gets serious, "It is now." Tim shows remarkable ability in sustaining his own ironic position as he, in all sincerity, says, "The three of us. We'll rise up. Together. Get through anything. Anything at all." And with this last, he looks so meaningfully at Lyla that anyone with eyes can realize that no matter how hard Minka Kelly tries to get out of her scenes with Taylor Kitsch, this little tête-à-tête isn't over quite yet. The camera pulls back and we see a shot of the three of them, Jason high up in his wheelchair, clutching a can of soda with a straw sticking out of it, between his two gnarled fists. Brutal.