All language subtitles for Ballers (2015) - S02E05 - Most Guys (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

Kane is in the building, nigga...

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top

When only heaven's right above it, we on

'Cause we on

Who else is really trying to fuck
with Hollywood Cole?

I'm with Marley G, bro

Flying Holly Grove chicks
to my Hollywood shows

And I wanna tell you
something that you probably should know

This that
Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow

And...

My real friends never hearing from me

Fake friends write the wrong
answers on the mirror for me

That's why I pick and choose
I don't get shit confused

Don't like my women single
I like my chicks in twos

And these days all the girls is down to roll

I hit the strip club
and all them bitches find the pole

Plus, I been sippin'
So this shit is movin' kinda slow

Just tell my girl
to tell her friend that it's time to go

(MEN SHOUTING)

DR. ROBBINS: Glad you finally made it in.

Yeah, it's been a busy couple of weeks.

- Mmm. How's the hip been feeling?
- Oh, feels great.

Just got to manage the pain a little bit.

Afraid it's not going to be that simple.

Your articular cartilage
is severely deteriorated.

You have osteoarthritis.

I'm sorry, I blacked out for a second.
I thought you said I had arthritis.

You've been walking around
with your ball and socket rubbed raw.

- And you might need a replacement.
- A hip replacement?

(LAUGHS) Come on. That shit's for gummers.
Come on, I'm 40.

Forty-one, and your hip thinks you're 80.

(LAUGHS) Okay,
my ball and socket are just fine, okay?

Maybe I banged it up a little bit,
but I've been walking on this thing for years.

And you've also been popping pills
like Altoids and avoiding physical exams,

which is exactly why you're in this position.

Listen, we can talk about my hip replacement
when I get my AARP card.

But until then,
I'm gonna stick with pain management.

Not gonna happen.

- What are you saying?
- We had an arrangement.

Yeah, we did have an arrangement.

I was gonna come in for my physical,
and then you give me my pills.

- There's a much bigger problem here.
- Yeah, you won't give me my pills.

You can't run from this anymore, Spencer.

(GROANS)

I won't run. I'll hobble.

Okay?

(WHISTLES)

- Buddy.
- Something on your mind?

Or are you just trying to wow me
with your new threads?

I want to meet Travis Mack.

(LAUGHS)

I'm not so sure you do anymore.

You said he was a moneymaker.
He'd be a great piece of business for us.

You know, his attitude needs a major tune-up.

He almost got me killed in the Glades.

He couldn't have put you through the wringer
more than I did.

Look, I will take a couple snarling pit bulls

over the unknowns of swamp water
any day of the week.

I could straighten him out.

I think you really should wait
until your registration clears.

We're just gonna talk football.
We'll leave finance out of it.

JASON: Spencer,
this is a dangerously gray area.

You know the NFLPA is not at all cool

with financial managers
talking to players before they get drafted,

let alone drinking before noon.

I need this badly.

Hey, check this out.
I had some of the guys from the team sign it.

Joe, what's happening with our registration?

Application went in months ago,
but the background checks take time.

J, go long.

- Go long where?
- Go short.

Call them. Light a fire under their ass, okay?

I got a lot of friends over there,
it shouldn't take this long.

- Then you fucking call them.
- God damn it, man.

I can't do everything around here, okay?

Stop jerking off
and get some fucking answers

so we can sign Travis Mack and I can get
Anderson's foot out of my ass.

Okay, I'll go light a fucking fire.

But if you're gonna speak to me
in that tone of voice,

you can go fuck yourself.

J.

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(TIRES SQUEALING)

(LOUD MUSIC ON STEREO)

(TIRES SQUEAL AND SCREECH)

- I got to go.
- I already told you to slow down.

Charles, get out of the street.

I'm warning you. I know where you live.
I'll talk to your parents.

My parents bought me this car,
you tub of shit.

You better watch your mouth
before you get knocked out.

Whoa.

- Sorry.
- Okay.

- I'll slow it down.
- All right.

That's more like it. Now go ahead.
Get out of here.

Later, fat ass.

- (TIRES SQUEAL)
- (LAUGHS)

Dallas could have hit Vern hard for that NFL.
He's a very lucky man.

Wouldn't know it if you saw how down he is.

Down about what?

He'll get paid
and have the chance to play again.

- You on Twitter?
- No, Reg, I'm a grown-up

with reasonably high self-esteem.

It's a great way to get laid.

And I will look into it right away.

But there's a downside.

Vern's been at home on the couch
reading negative shit about himself all day.

Well, that's just not healthy.

I'm thinking to get something
to brighten his mood.

Came to check first.

(LAUGHS)

That is a major step
towards fiscal responsibility, Reg.

- I'm learning.
- I am proud of you.

So what's it gonna be, huh? A car?

A boat? Jet? Jet boat?

Vern's been talking a lot about a pet.

Unconditional love. You feel me?

Uh-huh. Yeah, I feel you. How about a cat?

Um, a real man needs a real animal.

I got a fucking cat, dude.

His name is Socks and he's adorable.

Look at... Fuck you.

You don't get it.
Not gonna sit here and convince you.

- Who you calling?
- Ricky Jerret.

His animal guy is the shit.

Buffalo wants you badly.

What, more than New Orleans?

Thirty-three million over three years.
Half of it guaranteed.

- What you think, Spence?
- That is a lot of fucking money.

Hell, yeah. That's a healthy chunk of change.

And at this point in your career,
that is the best offer that we're gonna get.

Rex loves mavericks like you.

The owner's building a brand-new stadium.
And that quarterback is on the come-up.

- Tyrod.
- Mmm-hmm.

And with the shape that you're in

combined with their state-of-the-art
training facility,

you could play until you're 40 if you wanted.

Yeah, man, their running game is strong,
opens up the deep ball for you.

And New York City
is just a quick charter away.

There's a lot of financial opportunity there.

New York City.

You help the Bills dethrone the Patriots,
they're gonna remember you forever, brother.

Give me 24 hours of quiet time, think on it.

(MONKEYS SCREECHING)

I got to get off this dude's jet stream.

Damn animals smell better than he does.

Ricky says he's the best.
Fully committed to this.

I can tell. Look like he sleep in a damn cage.

Sleeping in the cage is the only way
your mother would spend the night.

(LAUGHTER)

JOE: Look at that
ugly motherfucker right here.

Hey, yo, yo, what the fuck is that?

That is a fucking alpaca.

Gross.

- Birds. You don't want a bird, Reg.
- No.

Monkeys... You don't want a fucking monkey.

Michael Jackson had a monkey, though.

JOE: Monkeys will rip
your face and your dick off.

- Yo, yo, yo, yo.
- (PANTHER ROARS)

Yo, that's the one right there, man.

JOE: Yeah.
REGGIE: Oh, man.

Yo, I'm gonna call it Huey Newton.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, this one's perfect.

We'll take this one.
What's the damage on that?

Sorry, gents, no longer for sale.

- Luke Kuechly claimed him.
- Fucking Kuechly.

Hell yeah, business has been booming.

Let's see, Dalton got my Bengal.

Marshawn got the tortoise.

Dez got the zebra and Gurley got my lemurs.

Okay, so what you got left, man?

(CHUCKLES)

(SCREECHING)

- Fucking pull it out.
- I'm trying!

It's like a big goat. It doesn't look that strong.

You're not doing it, man. Shit, get your ass...

- (JOE LAUGHING)
- Fuck, man.

- Oh!
- Oh, it's in my mouth!

- (LAUGHING) Oh, shit!
- (RETCHES) It's in my mouth. Oh, shit.

Try that again,
you Rihanna-looking motherfucker.

- (MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)
- (AUDIENCE CHEERING)

- (PHONE WHISTLES)
- (SIGHS)

You don't even know my mom.

MAN: (SINGING) Grandma's hands

Clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands played
her tambourine so well

Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning

She'd say, "Billy, don't you run so fast"

- Here you are.
- Thanks. Take a seat, Mr. Chavez.

Okay.

- (GROANS)
- WOMAN: Mr. Chavez.

This way.

Hello, hello.

Hello.

Dr. Frey, pleased to meet you.

Hey, doc. Good to meet you.
You come highly recommended.

So, you've been having headaches?

Yes.

- Joint pain?
- Definitely.

Problems with your equilibrium?

Oh, bumping into shit all day.

Okay, this ought to hold you
through the month.

If not, come back and see me.

Thank you.

Uh, you know, it's a short-term thing.

Thirty days can pass just like that,
Mr. Chavez.

Pay out front.

All right.

Give my best to Maximo.

Yeah, I will. Thank you.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (RICKY LAUGHS)

RICKY: I'll take her number.
I'll take her number.

I'm not taking his number, though.

I got him already.

TTD: You gonna share?

You gonna share that fruity-ass drink?

Oh, come on, Chuck, man,
I brought you here to break your funk,

not to see you sink deeper into it.

Yeah, Buffalo and New Orleans
ain't calling me with no huge contract.

- You got options, brother.
- And so do you.

Option number one is going over there
and telling Siefert he's a piece of shit

- for cutting you like he did.
- That ain't me.

Well, sometimes we got to do things
we don't want to do.

Like, you think I wanted to go on that stage

and put myself on display
like a piece of meat?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I do.

No, I did not. And I did it
to help the Webster feed the homeless.

Now if you can't get past your
good-natured self and do it,

I'll go over there and do it for you.

What is this, Ricky Martin's...
Oh, sh...

Hey, Bell.

- Long time no see, Rick.
- Mmm.

What's up?
You boys are out on the prowl tonight?

- Married.
- Hell, yeah. You see all these...

Nope, nope.

Just helping my man
get his mind off some shit.

Yeah, I have a penchant for fashion.

Particularly skinny jeans.

They give me the nut support
that I receive on the field, off field,

and make my butt look tight.

- Good to see you, Bell.
- Good to see you.

Wait, I'm...

Can I get you a drink?

I'm a fuck-up, man.

Oh, come on. Don't say that.

No, man, everything I do turns to shit.

Shakedowns, injuries,

demonic, overgrown fucking poodle
on the loose and shit.

I can't do shit right.

Well, you got Vern out of Crenshaw, right?

Man, his talent did that.

Yeah, but you kept him
off the corner and in the classroom.

How you know about it?

Me and Nate text a lot.

I mean, mostly about weed, but, you know...

He speaks up for you is what I'm saying.

- Maybe Vernon is better off without me now.
- Oh, come on.

Look, it's not easy playing second banana
to a star like Vern.

Believe me.
But, without Pippen, there'd be no Jordan.

Right?
Without Flavor Flav, there'd be no Chuck D.

Without, uh, Garfunkel, there'd be no Simon.

Know what I'm saying?

Okay, I did until you mentioned the
Garfunkel shit, then you lost me.

It sound like two old white men.

Simon and Garfunkel are two very old
white men, yeah.

I don't know why I thought referencing them
would help illustrate my point,

but what I'm saying is, we have value.

You know? And Spencer and Vern know that.

They know that.

Shit. Look, look, look.

(WHISPERING) Right there. Now, go, go, go.

I got it. Shit.

Hey. Listen, Rihanna.

Look, I'm sorry
for throwing shade your way, okay?

Now, my boy Vernon
needs a new friend, okay?

Now, you're not as funny
or as charming as me,

but they say pets heal emotional wounds
that people can't.

Okay, so, hey, man, let's give my man...

Let's give my man Vernon... Give him a smile.

Yeah? Yeah.

There we go.

Buffalo's on the rise.
The culture up there has completely changed.

Ricky, the culture in western New York
never changes.

You think you're gonna find
a fashion show in Buffalo

that isn't built around
hunting and fishing gear?

They came in big, though, Bella.
They showed a lot of love.

You already have more money put away
than any player I know.

Any other offers?

- Yeah, New Orleans.
- Oh, that would be cool.

We had a great time at Jazz Fest.

We did.

(LAUGHS)

And you should have plenty more offers
after the year you had.

- Oh, you've been following me?
- You were on my fantasy team.

We talking football or daydreams?

You helped me win my league.

(BOTH LAUGH)

I'm glad I can do right by you for once.

(APPLAUSE)

Look, it's not my place to say,

but if you have to leave Miami,

you should go someplace
that's really right for you.

Now, I don't know where that is,
but I'm pretty sure it's not Buffalo.

I hope you figure it out.

- It was good to see you, Bella.
- You, too.

Maybe we should bring Vern out here, huh?

I don't want Rih-Rih shitting all over
the marble floors.

Yeah, good idea.
All the excitement might make her nervous.

JOE: Yeah, making me nervous.

I might shit all over the marble floors.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

NATE: What's up, boys?

Hey, look, Nate got me a puppy.

(PUPPY YELPING)

I'm gonna name him Plug, like my nickname.

Ain't he cute?

- Yeah. Yeah.
- He's... I love him.

I got to go.

Yeah, I'm gonna give him a ride.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Nate, they high or what?

Now, that's very possible.

MAN: (SINGING) I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level

Bought me a new shovel

Put these niggas in the dirt

Chain with the new bezel

All my niggas put in work...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- (MUSIC STOPS)
- Hello?

MAN: Spencer fucking Strasmore,
you filthy whore.

Mom, is that you?

(LAUGHS) It's Clyde Jackson.

- SPENCER: Clyde the glide?
- Ah, the one and only.

- How the fuck are you, man?
- All good, man.

Hey. I can't wait for this afternoon.

- What are you talking about?
- I'm coming to see you, buddy.

To finalize your registration.

- You work for the NFLPA now?
- Yeah.

D. Smith brought me on last year.

(INAUDIBLE)

Wow. Well, that's just fantastic.

Congratulations, man. I'm very happy for you.

Yeah, thank you.
Hey. Your guy Joe is fucking relentless.

Our receptionist wanted
to throw himself off the roof.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, that Joe, he's a madman.

I look forward to seeing you later.

I can't say it'll be as fun as Pro Bowl weekend,

but it should be smooth sailing.

- Yes, sir. I'll see you then.
- All right.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Whoo!

(GRUNTS)

(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING)

(GRUNTS)

Ricky, we got 33 million on the table,
all right?

I can't leave Buffalo in the lurch much longer.
I need an answer.

Won't be my last offer, right?

No, but it could be your highest. Up! Good.

- Concentrate.
- Here's Swamp Thing.

- Oh, let me go get him.
- I'm Travis.

Come on, last rep. Last rep. Last rep. Good.

$33 million.

It's right there waiting for you, Rick.

I know this sounds crazy,

but I'm not really seeing
myself in Buffalo, man.

It's not feeling like the right fit.

Okay. So let's turn them down.

And watch Jason flip out
for turning down all that cash?

Hey. There's 30 other teams
out there in the league, man.

Okay? And once they find out that
Ricky Jerret ain't all about the money,

then people will start to understand
what's really important to you.

Hell, you might even figure that shit out, too.

- Spencer Strasmore.
- Yo.

Meet Travis Mack. Good luck. Godspeed.

- Ricky, can we talk?
- Hey.

Jason tells me you used to play football.

Something like that, yeah.

Charles, I'm glad you came by.

I got something to say.

When you cut me, I held my tongue.
That's 'cause how I came up.

Now, I thought I believed in
what you were doing.

- I tried to respect it, but I don't.
- I'm all ears.

Pardon my language, but you created
a fucking disaster on the O-line.

I've heard worse.

Philly Martz is a damn good player,
but he weighs in at 330.

Danny can maul,
but he's not agile enough to move laterally.

Kovac may be cheap,
but all he can do is stick and drive.

And Franklin, shit, I don't know what the hell
you ever saw in Franklin.

Are you just coming at me with problems
or you got a solution?

You should go smaller.
Transition from a power scheme to a zone.

That's why you guys were at the bottom
of the league in rushing last season.

Coach Berg caught up in the romance of '72.

Maybe you'd like to come back to the team.

I just said go smaller, didn't I?

I don't want you on the field, Charles.

I want you to work for me here,
in the front office.

Lend your expertise.
Obviously you're not short on opinions.

And when you let them fly,
they do make sense.

And I could use the help. How about it?

Jason seems to think I could help you.

Shit, I had 20 other agents begging
for a chance to rep me.

Ah, right, and not one of them will give a fuck
about you long-term.

Because you're a one-contract catch
in their eyes.

- You ever heard of Brian Bosworth?
- Yeah, the Boz is badass.

You want to be a badass or would you rather
have a long-term career in the NFL?

Most guys don't even get that chance, Travis.

Right now, let me tell you something.

You are looking like most guys.

Can most guys do this?

(BEAT BOXING)

- (LAUGHS)
- Most guys couldn't do that.

Just like most teams wouldn't give a fuck
if you beatbox,

make your titties move,
jerk off in your own time.

You got holes in your game, bro.

- Shit, my game is better than yours ever was.
- (CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY)

You think those sexy college stats
mean anything? They don't mean dick, dude.

And that story about you
skipping the combine

because you wanted to buck the system?

I see right through that bullshit.

You skipped the combine because you didn't
want them to see what I already see.

Most guys.

Well, what I see,

is I see a fossil clinging to his former glory
by hitching his wagon to my star.

Okay.

...26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

- You ain't gonna keep going?
- You're up.

Hey, if you want to make yourself
easy to beat, that's your call, man.

(EXHALES)

(GRUNTS)

Wow. Strong already.

I might have misjudged you.

Okay.

Perfect form.

...12, 13, 14, 15.

Running out of steam already.

- Blow me.
- ...17, 18, 19.

You got to be shitting me.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, good God.

There you go, honey.

You know why the NFL
doesn't want you, Travis?

Because deep down inside you're afraid
that everybody will see you're a fake.

You should quit and go hide
in the fucking swamps.

- Shut up.
- You'll be much happier there.

There we go. Good job, sweetheart.

- Fuck you, man. I'm out of here.
- Twenty-six reps.

Wow. Wow.

Shut up!

(LAUGHS)

WOMAN: He has a big head.

(DISTANT MUSIC BLARING)

MAN: (SINGING) Dirty soda, Spike Lee
White girl, Ice-T

Fully loaded AP

Yeah, I just fucked your bitch

In some Gucci flip-flops

I just had some bitches
And I made them lip lock

- (ENGINE REVS)
- (TIRES SQUEAL)

(PHONE CHIMES)

(SHIP HORN BLOWS)

(SIGHS)

I never used to give a shit
what people thought about me.

Not sure what all changed.

I don't know. Maybe they're right.
Maybe I ain't all that.

Well, it's natural to feel that way.

Everyone's eyes are on you.
You're in the spotlight 24/7.

But your questionable bench strength,
your shit fucking attitude

doesn't say a thing about the man
who goes out every Saturday

and plays ball like his life depends on it.

The only thing that's missing
from you is humility,

and I just gave you your first dose of it.

(LAUGHS)

All right, so you don't fit the critic's mold.

So what?

The trick is convincing them
that the measurements,

the equations, the judgments,
none of that means a fucking thing.

You up for that?

Where do we start?

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SOFTLY) Hey, where the fuck you been?

Fucking working out with Travis.

Shh! There's a guy from the NFLPA here.

- Yes, Clyde. He called.
- It ain't Clyde.

It's some fucking beady-eyed guy.

He said they want to keep it objective.

What the fuck does that mean?

- Maybe they found your sex tape.
- I don't have a sex tape.

Wait, really? You don't have a sex...
Even I have a sex tape, man.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
it's a really awful sex tape.

If somebody found it,
they definitely wouldn't wanna watch it.

And if they watched it,
they certainly wouldn't wanna talk about it.

- Joe. Joe.
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I don't know.
Maybe somebody tipped him off about Travis.

- We were just working out.
- Then, what the fuck could they want?

- Well, guess we're about to find out. Let's go.
- No, you're about to find out.

He said they're not interested in me.

I can't say that hurts my feelings, either.

How's D. Smith, by the way?
I heard he, uh, hired Clyde.

Good. Busy. They said to say hello.

I bet. They're good men. We go way back.

Yeah, they mentioned that.

I'm gonna get you some water.

- No, thanks.
- Yeah, what do you want?

No, thanks.

Okay. All right.

Let me know.

Since I know you'd like to continue

handling our union members' money,

we felt it necessary to take a look at yours.

- Okay.
- So how much would you say

you've netted over the course of your career?

(SIGHS)

Uh, it's not that simple.

Well, you know, ballpark it.
Just, you know, humor me.

We'll get into the highway robbery
of Uncle Sam and agents later.

Yeah, my agent earned every dime, buddy.

I don't know about that Uncle Sam.

Uh, okay, let's give this a crack.

My first contract was in '96.

Five over five, one million guaranteed.

Four-year extension in '99.

$12 million, three of it guaranteed.

Next contract after that was post Super Bowl.

$20 million with six of it guaranteed.

It was cut in half, though, when I got traded.

And then the downtick started to happen.

After that, it was 10 for three.

- $10 million?
- Mmm-hmm.

- You call that a downtick?
- (LAUGHS)

In context, yes, it's a downtick.

Uh, the final two years of my career
I spent in New Orleans. Great city.

Made the vet league minimum
of 925k per year.

You netted almost $30 million
over the course of your career.

- I had a hell of a career.
- So my next question is...

- Where did it all go?
- Can you blame me?

No.

I had to take care of a lot of people back then.

Did I have some luxuries? Yes, absolutely.

But there was never any
gross misappropriation of funds ever.

And like a lot of players back then,
I thought it would last forever,

but I realize now that it doesn't,

and I'm a much better man for it.

I have a private placement memorandum here.

It's a real estate deal in conjunction
with a Mr. Andre Allen.

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, took a loss
just like everybody else in 2008.

Nothing egregious.

Well, from where I'm sitting,
it looks as egregious as it gets.

Anyone else involved?

No. No, not that I know of.

- Just me.
- Okay.

Look, you were in the union,

so I want to give you the benefit of the doubt,

but too many of our guys
are ending up broke.

So we're gonna need to look deeper into this.

- Okay?
- Sure. Sure.

- Thank you for your time.
- Yeah. Hey, thank you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)