Brady: How ya doin? Whatya say I buy you a cup of coffee?
Lewis: Yeh sure.
Brady: So...thirteen Pro Bowls, two NFL Defensive Player of the Years, one Super Bowl MVP. Is the AFC North as tough as they say?
Lewis: What are you looking for a gig at NFL Films?
Brady: You looking to be forgotten? You know I’ve ripped up so many defenses...set guys back five years in their careers...kept them out of the Hall...
Lewis: You must have worked some dipstick units?
Brady: I’ve worked all kinds. Cover two, three, man, Tampa two...fire zone, you name it.
Lewis: You see me doing thrill seeker runs around the edge, trying to decapitate the quarterback for the hell of it?
Brady: No I do not.
Lewis: Right. I’m about results. I ain’t ever getting beat by a QB. That’s it.
Brady: Don’t play mind games with me.
Lewis: I do what I do best. I get in your head. You do what you best, trying to embarrass guys like me.
(Brady nods knowingly).
Brady: So you never wanted a regular type career huh?
Lewis: What’s that? Barbecues and Sam Adams?
Lewis: Just a regular type superstar, like you?
Brady: My life? No, my life isn’t always a pleasure zone. I got paparazzi following me, people calling out obscene things to my wife...and if you lose in New England, let me tell you, it’s no cake walk. Man, I spend all my time trying to conquer guys like you. That’s my life.
Lewis: Coach told me one time, don’t get emotionally attached to anyone cause on your next play, you might have to drive that son of bitch into the ground...let them feel the heat coming around the corner. Now if you’re thinking about me, watching me creep up, and you gotta step when I move...how do you expect to cope with anything else?
Brady: That’s an interesting point. What are you a monk? (pauses) So then if you see me dropping it over your corners, you just gonna keep charging?
Lewis: That’s the discipline.
Brady: That’s pretty vacant.
Lewis: It is what it is. It’s that, or we both better go do something else pal.
Brady: I don’t know how to do anything else.
Lewis: Neither do I.
Brady: I don’t much want to either.
Lewis: Neither do I.
(They each reveal a reluctant grin.)
Brady: You know I have this recurring dream...all the captains of the defenses I ever worked are sitting in our locker room and they're staring at me....rage in their eyes cause I showed them up...just sitting their...
Lewis: What do they say?
Brady: Nothing. We just look at each other. That’s it, that’s the dream.
Lewis: I have one where I’m drowning in a quicksand football field.
Brady: You know what that’s about?
Lewis: Yeh, having enough time.
Brady: Enough time? To do what you wanna do?
Lewis: That’s right.
Brady: You know, we’re sitting here, you and I like a couple of regular fellas. You do what you do, and I do what I gotta do. And now that we’ve been face to face, if I’m there and I gotta put you away, I won’t like it. But I’ll tell ya, if it’s between you and losing this game, brother, you are going down.
(Lewis stares for a second).
Lewis: There’s a flip side to that coin. What if your guys have me boxed out and I gotta put you down? Cause no matter what, you will not get in my way. We’ve been face to face yeh, but I will not hesitate, not for a second.
Brady: Maybe that’s the way it’ll be. Or...who knows...
Lewis: Or maybe we’ll never meet in a game like this again.