Commercials. Tyra and Julie sit on the trunk of a car in the parking lot of Fran's drinking beer out of plastic cups and watching the madness go by -- kids hanging out and "wooo"ing from windows of speeding cars. Tyra jokily "wooos" back at them and Julie snarks, "Welcome back to Dillon!' Tyra laughs and then observes that Dillon is like a drug. When you are outside it, you can see it for what it is, but when you are in it, it seems like there's no other reality. Julie says that it's a hard place to shake and Tyra agrees, "Yeah. Didn't see that one coming." Tyra asks Julie whatever happened with her and Matt and Julie platitudes that they're good. She says that she doesn't really know what they are or aren't. "I just kind of really miss him." Tyra says that life is harder when you really love someone. I mean, c.f. Tami and Eric, right?
Buddy and Eric lean on a fence and look out onto the Panther football field. Buddy tells Coach that he did his best, and Coach lets himself a moment of emotion: "Sons a bitches." A car drives by on the road, honking and shouting and interrupting Coach. Buddy tells Coach that now his job is to "get them." He needs to win the State championship so that next year, the Panthers will want him for Vince. Coach tells Buddy that he could never come back to this school and coach. They did, after all, royally fuck him over, and for no good reason other than Guy Smiley's himself. And this truth just doesn't set right with Taylor.
Out on the Lions field, the boys gather like the boys always do on the field at night. It's their way of saying goodbye, moving from one place to another, doing it all by not doing any of it, instead just drinking beer and shooting the shit. I love it when the boys do this. Tinker chants the Maori war chant and then screams that it's just like Camelot. Buddy, Jr., sitting with his bad leg on the cooler asks how it's like Camelot, and Hastings the Intellectual We Will Never Know slurs, "You don't read much, do you?" Tinker declares that he's going to take some of the grass home, his blood, sweat, and tears are on it. Vince wants some, too and then declares that the one thing they can't take away from them is what they did on that field. Luke: "This has been the best year and a half of my entire life, with you guys. And then we're going to state and we're gonna win and then I'm DONE with football." The other guys don't take him seriously at first, but he assures them that he doesn't give a crap about Warrenfield, he's got State. They all raise their bottles to toast State and then Buddy, Jr. pukes on the field (blood, sweat, tears, and puke!), and they all laugh and the camera pulls away, giving them some privacy, and we watch as they toss the football and play, drunk as teenagers, the grass on this field so inviting and home-like I just want to go there and lie down on it and look at the night sky.