All language subtitles for Ballers (2015) - S02E07 - Everybody Knows (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

Kane is in the building, nigga...

(MUSIC PLAYING)

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)

You couldn't have picked a better place
for a schvitz?

The Mandarin, the Standard maybe.

Come on, don't be pretentious, man.

This is one of Miami's best kept secrets.

And also it's one hell of a bargain.

- SPENCER: Mmm-hmm.
- (MAN COUGHING)

I swear to God this place
was crawling with models last week.

Mmm-hmm.

They come to sweat out the coke
and duck all the pervs.

Yeah, they caught on to you, then, huh?

- Yeah, I guess.
- (CHUCKLES)

Hey, I saw Travis Mack's video
got a million hits in two days.

Same thing happened to Odell's one-hander
and now he's the face of Head & Shoulders.

Hey, look, I can give a shit if Travis
becomes the face of Preparation H.

As long as he goes top five,
that's all that matters.

(MAN CONTINUES COUGHING)

Well, Schlereth's got him at 12.

(SIGHS) Yeah, but the problem is
he's still not the first backer off the board.

Myles Jack is gonna be hard to leapfrog.
That dude's a beast.

Yeah, but did Myles Jack do a 4.58 on a beach

and then backflip off a palm tree?

(CHUCKLES) No, no, he did not.

(MAN COUGHING)

Where were you, by the way, during all that?

Ah. I was getting wasted at a party

at Andre Allen's house.

- What?
- We have a friend in common.

You were kicking it with Andre

while I was lost at sea
trying to save our fucking company?

I would not call it kicking it.

We didn't exactly chill balls.

He did offer me a job, though.

- What was the pitch?
- Oh, you know, the ushe.

ASM's doomed.
Miami Wealth is my only lifeboat.

I shouldn't trust you.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

Trying to turn this whole thing
around on me, huh?

See you dudes later.

Good luck with that cough.

(MAN COUGHING)

- You do trust me, right?
- Yeah.

Of course I do.

Unless there's a reason I shouldn't.

No, did I say there was a reason?

No, but there's a lot of shit you don't say.

What the fuck does that mean?

Oh, come on, man,
all the secrets I've told you.

My wife's death,

the Hooter's grief sex, the subsequent rash.

Seems like you know all my shit,
I don't know any of yours.

Okay, why don't you go chill balls
with your buddy Andre?

Oh, come on, that was a fucking setup.

But yet you stood around long enough
to field a job offer

and you let him talk shit about me?

You didn't have my fucking back?

Oh, you're turning this
around on me now, huh?

- That's what the fuck you did.
- Fuck you, dude.

I'm out of here. Schvitz alone.

Jesus, watch your back.
Like, I'm not fucking busy enough.

Chill balls.
What the fuck does that even mean?

(SPENCER SIGHS)

You don't mind?

No, knock yourself out.

You know what? One more thing while I'm...

Are you fucking serious?

Fuck you, dude. Fuck you.

(BUN UP THE DANCE PLAYING)

(GRUNTING)

Julie.

Don't teach my daughter how to twerk.

She gonna learn sometime.

I'm gonna teach you
how to do it with some dignity.

RICKY: Yeah, Miss Greane.

Uh-oh. I said shorty getting low.

Ricky, what do you want? (LAUGHS)

You still got it, Miss Greane.

Boy, I ain't never lost it.
What you talking about?

What is this cute little thing?

A little gift for the little lady.

Aw, thank you, Uncle Ricky.

Mommy's gonna teach you how to dab.

- The baby.
- Bye, Boo-boo.

Say bye, Uncle Wicky.

So what's wrong today?

Why you assume something's wrong?

Shit, last time you came over
in the middle of the day,

you got caught buck booty naked
with them twins.

Was scared as hell to go home.
Talking about, "I think she got a knife, Chuck.

"Bella got a knife, Chuck." Remember?

She did have a knife.

- Yeah.
- Oh. My bad.

So, what's the matter now?

I got in a fight with Dennis.

- Big fight.
- That's no good.

- Huh.
- (TURNS OFF MUSIC)

I'm assuming it has something to do
with his itchy Twitter fingers?

- Cost me a $30-million deal with the Saints.
- (WHISTLES)

And I'm the one feeling guilty.

The one place I actually wanted to go.

I don't want to hear that.
If you wanted to play in New Orleans,

then you wouldn't have left
without signing that deal.

Dennis just wants to share in your success.

He ain't trying to share shit.

That selfish motherfucker
just want to feel important.

Be a big shot. Popping up as soon as I'm hot.

Trust me, you want to shake all this off.

You don't want none of this
hanging over your head

- as you begin your new chapter in Buffalo.
- Hmm.

Except for you ain't feeling Buffalo either?

Tyrod's cool and I'm liking them new unis,

but western New York is a cultural wasteland.

I'm gonna tell you like this,

it's 31 other teams in the NFL,

but you only get one father.

You need to be the bigger man
and give Dennis a pass.

Straight up.

(HORN HONKING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

What's up, you ugly,
short, bald son of a bitch?

I know you miss me, buddy.
Hey, listen, I got something for the both of us.

I got a new segment called "Linebacker U,"

so we're gonna want
the top dog on my show, man.

We're gonna just shoot the shit,
let America know who he is,

and that he is your boy Travis Mack.

- Well, then you should call his agent.
- Oh, come on, Spence.

- Everybody knows you're working with him.
- Yeah? Who's everybody?

We've seen the video on YouTube,
we all know he has the wheels.

What we don't know is what's behind
the rib cage and his football IQ.

I'm telling you, put him on the show.

Nothing will help his stock more on draft day.

All right, I'll see what I can do.

I'll call you back.

(WATCH YOUR BITCHES PLAYING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Virginia.

What the fuck is Andre doing here?

I have no idea, Boo-boo.

Got to my desk
and they were already in there.

ANDRE: I got to admit that
toying with Spencer and Joe

- has been one of life's great joys,
- (CHUCKLES)

but I think it's time
to settle this like businessmen.

Okay. What do you have in mind?

I want to make an offer on ASM.

(LAUGHS)

I have absolutely no desire to sell.

This division's still in diapers

- and my boys are killing it.
- They're killing themselves.

Ndamukong Suh is still
one of the top earners in this league.

He's a superstar. He is a beast.

But you cannot build a company
on the back of one single client.

Well, that's true, but if Joe and Spencer

are building this company without the benefit

of the NFLPA stamp of approval,

let's just imagine just for a second

what they're gonna do once they do get it.

Every Tom, Dick and D'Brickashaw

(CHUCKLING)
will be ending up with transfer slips.

Yeah, maybe that certain linebacker
from Florida State University.

Travis Mack.

What about Travis Mack?

Come on, Bret, we both know
that courting a kid out of college

without your registration
is considered tampering. Shame on you.

Are you here to make an accusation?

- No.
- Or are you here to make an offer?

Accusations? No, that's not why I'm here.

I'm a businessman, okay,
Andre, not an asshole.

By all means, please,
go ahead and make an offer.

Just make sure there are seven zeros on it

or I'm not gonna take a look at it.

(LAUGHS) It's always good to hang with you.

Same here.

Give a big hug and a kiss to Katya for me.

I will do that.

And by the way,
just because I shook your hand

doesn't mean I agreed to the seven zeros.

How about making it eight?

One last thing.

Suh, he's with me now.

- Come again?
- You gotta keep a closer eye

on your boys, Bret.

The NFLPA, they certainly are.

- Hey.
- SPENCER: Andre.

How are you? I was looking at your office.

Not quite homey enough.
I'm gonna send you a framed image

of me and you from the old days
when you were happy.

(CHUCKLES)

(FEELING MYSELF PLAYING)

- JOE: Get out of here.
- (CAT YOWLS)

I'll take a kilo of Bolivian yayo
and a nuclear warhead.

Jesus.

What the fuck are we doing here, Max?

MAXIMO: Keeping a low profile.

Holy shit, what happened to you?

- Apparently my charm only goes so far.
- (CHUCKLES)

What can I do for you?

Oh, I got a bad feeling about Andre.

I need you to dig a little deeper,

see if you can find something legit
we can use against him.

- Like kiddie porn?
- No.

Jesus Christ. Something business related.

- Prostitutes.
- Oh, my God, never mind.

I'll handle Andre.

MAXIMO: Less work for me. Anything else?

Yeah, yeah, there's something else.

See what you can find on Spencer.

Trouble in paradise?

Yeah, I don't know. I just need peace of mind.

Okay, well, there is one nugget

I can share without even lifting a finger.

TRAVIS: I'm not sure this is a good idea.

It's your chance
to show the world you got a brain.

Yeah, well, can't we just get baked
and rent some Jet Skis or something?

You want to stay at number 12?

No, if I go 12, you and Jason do lose a client.

Even more reason to do this.

And you're not my client. Remember that.

If anybody asks, you're not my client.

- What am I supposed to... Hello. Hey.
- Come on.

JAY: Spence, Spence.
SPENCER: Glaze.

- JAY: Right on time, buddy. I like it.
- My man.

- How are you, bud?
- SPENCER: Good to see you.

You, too. We'll catch up in a little bit.

Hey, today's gonna be great, man.

Kid's a little nervous. He's never done this.

- Why? It's with me.
- Yeah, exactly.

I'm a little surprised you called me about him.

- Why, you're his guy.
- I'm not his guy.

Whoa, whoa. Why you jumping all over me?

You know how it is
when these players come out of college.

- They're going through a lot of stress.
- Mmm-hmm.

I'm helping him with that transition.

- Like a mentor.
- You're a really good person.

Just doing this
out of the kindness of your heart.

- I like it.
- Till I get my registration.

I got to keep a little safe distance.

- Come on, you know the game.
- Yeah, I do.

That's why you help him,
he helps me, I help you.

We all win. One big happy Mafia.

I got a plan to keep Ricky Jerret here in Miami.

Does this plan involve
some rope and a chair?

'Cause last thing I heard,
he had a $33 million offer from Buffalo.

He's also the most impulsive man that I know.

He starts dragging his feet about something,
it can only mean one thing.

- He doesn't want to leave.
- Bingo.

The lovable Charles Greane
already going dark.

- Not sure what you mean.
- Using Ricky's weakness

against him to further your own agenda.

Mr. Machiavelli'd be proud.

I'm just trying to be a good friend.

- Right.
- I am.

- Sure you are.
- Stop winking.

Suppose we can get Ricky.

How do we get past our cap issues?

I crunched the numbers.
If we can get just one player to restructure,

we can get him for 10 a year.

If you can get the restructure done,

I'd bring Ricky back at nine a year for three.

Not a nickel more.

Yes, sir. Let's see what I can do.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(MUSIC BLARING)

Pop, where you going?

Back to Naples.

See you got yourself a new toy.

That ain't no toy.
That's a limited edition Spano GTA.

Zero to 60 in 2.9 and a top speed of 230.

Almost as fast as you once were.

Oh.

Rich man's way of cheering himself up.

Well, this car's for you.

- For me?
- She's yours.

Boy, you can't buy forgiveness.

Then I'm asking for it.

I'm sorry, Dad.

(SCOFFS)

All right, apology accepted.

- Don't you want to know why?
- If it helps you.

You were right.

I was too much of a coward to make a choice.

Feels like I've been getting passed
from team to team

and I'm not sure
I want to go through all that anymore.

Yeah, I get it, Ricky. I really do.

But I can't stick around here
meddling in your livelihood,

so, better I just get out your way.

Take the car, Dad, and stick around.

Let's take this town by storm,

Jerret style.

I need you, Dad. Show me how to do this.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LINE RINGING)

- JOE: (ON PHONE) Yeah?
- "Yeah"?

That's the greeting I get now?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Spencer.

My goodness, that's so rude of me.

Hello. How the fuck are you
this fine afternoon?

Not very good.
Anderson had a meeting with Andre

in our fucking office
and I saw it with my own two eyes.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS) Well, that's fucking great news.

- How come?
- I have no idea.

You still play the stupid card, huh?

God damn it, Joe,
I'm not playing a fucking game.

Okay? Anderson wants to have dinner with us
tonight at Komodo and I need you there.

Great, well, then, how about this?

Um, have your people call my people, okay?

We have the same fucking people.

Then that works out great.

All right, bye-bye. Love you, little buddy.

Kisses and hugs.

Fuck you.

Sorry.

ANNOUNCER: (ON TV)
Harris on a designed run.

Travis Mack takes him down in the backfield.

JAY: Travis Mack!
TRAVIS: Yo.

Tell me what you got going over here, buddy.

Florida State versus Miami. It's our rivalry.

JAY: Big time offense, bigger time defense
if you do your job right.

TRAVIS: Oh, yeah.
It's the kind of game you live for, man.

JAY: Man, you better live for it
if you want to play in the NFL.

All right, tell me
what your big assignment, though, is here.

TRAVIS: As soon as Jacori took off,
man, it was game over.

- Like that, loss of six, baby.
- (CHUCKLES) I like that.

All right, another play right here.

Tell me what you're telling Kevin Hunter.

I was calling disco, discounting the play.

Telling Kevin we're going off reservation.

Really? Man, you went outlaw just like that?

- Oh, yeah.
- Wow.

Coach Fisher really must have faith in you.

Yeah. Yeah, he really did. And this is why.

Bloosh!
(LAUGHS)

JAY: I like the sound effects, buddy.

Mack truck with a Bugatti engine, man.
A nose for the football.

But you and I both know
it's less about the body,

more about what's between the ears
whether or not

you're gonna lead a defense in the NFL.

So, we're gonna shift gears here,
you and I, buddy.

Okay, let's just say
you got drafted by the Jets.

Yeah, well, Jets are gonna
have to trade up to get me.

Slow your roll there, Mack.

Okay, Coach Belichick,
you know he loves to disguise things

and mess with people, right?
So we're gonna start here.

Gronk is gonna start in the backfield.

He loves to get you to think a guy
is playing running back when he's not.

These guys are in man coverage over here
and we're gonna take Gronk.

He's gonna motion him out over here.

Line him up over here.
Now also you got trips in the backside.

So, I want you to come up here
and draw for me

exactly what you're gonna tell your backers

and how you're gonna adjust your secondary.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Travis, not a two-hour show.

- Let's go, buddy.
- I know, I got it.

- Come on, man.
- I got it. I got it.

- Uh...
- We're on Coughlin time.

- JAY: You good?
- I'm great. I got it.

You don't think I know
where the linebackers go?

Playing the game for 12 fucking years.

- Travis.
- I just need a second.

- Do you want some water?
- I'm not thirsty.

You want to take a walk around the block?

Holy shit, can I get a second?

A little dramatic.

- Is there anything I can do?
- Can you cure dyslexia?

- You're dyslexic?
- Jeez, louder, Spence.

I don't think the sound guy from inside
could quite pick that up, man.

Why wouldn't you just tell me
before we agreed to do this, huh?

We didn't agree to do this, you did.

Listen, it's not that bad.
Everything just takes extra time.

It takes repetition, muscle memory, a routine.

Put a whiteboard in front of me

and everything starts looking
like quantum fucking physics.

And this is why you skipped the combine.

You know, I just started worrying
about all the shit people were gonna say

when they find out I botched the Wonderlic.

It's the same shit I've been hearing
my whole entire life, really.

That I'm stupid, that I'm dumb,
some big, dumb football player.

Man, fuck that Wonderlic.
Do you know how smart you got to be

to run a defense the way Travis Mack runs it?

You got to be fucking brilliant. Brilliant.

I'm gonna go back in there.

I'm gonna tell Glazer
we're gonna postpone this whole thing.

We'll do it another time.
Before we go back in that studio, though,

I'll make sure that you're properly prepped,
then we're gonna nail it.

For the rest of the day today,
we're gonna go rent two Jet Skis

and we're gonna go get high
as a motherfucker

because I roll a bomb-ass joint.

No.

No, I'm gonna do this.

Just wigged out.

Hey, hey, hey.

- Dude, you all right?
- It's all good, man.

It's all good.

JAY: Man, what happened?
What are you doing?

Fuck the board, man.
Kings personnel, tight gun.

I'm gonna run a zone coverage
of the backers pressed.

Gronk motions across,
I'm gonna call a Ringo,

drop my corner to send my will
on the backside

and Brady better pray to God
he gets the ball off by the fifth step

or else that's lights the fuck out.

JAY: Wow.

Just like that, huh?

And Gisele's feeding him breakfast in bed

every Sunday for the rest of the season.

That is the Travis Mack teams want to see.

- Okay, let's get you going again.
- TRAVIS: Let's do it.

JAY: Let's leave Gisele out of it.
Probably not a good idea.

So, Mr. Velasquez.

Si.

All right, what can I do for you?

You got a patient named Mr. Chavez?

Yeah, I'm not at liberty to say.

Oh.

What a surprise.

How about now?

It's against my oath
to take bribes or share information...

Right, right, right. How about now?

- Yeah, I know him.
- What's he look like?

(CHUCKLES)

Mr. Velasquez,
you must not think very much of me.

I'm neither here nor there, really.

Well, he's about, uh, 6'5", 260,

and bald.

But not like you. He fully embraces it.

- Uh, so what did you give him?
- I prescribed Vicodin to him.

He's got headaches and dizzy spells
and chronic pain.

- Don't we all, right?
- No, no, not like Mr. Chavez does.

How much did you prescribe him?

Will there be anything else
I can do for you, Mr. Velasquez?

Yeah, um, you got any Adderall?

And you know what? While we're here,

try out some of that Propecia
the kids are talking about.

Saw you cut Kovac
in front of a bunch of five-year-olds.

That's some grim reaper shit.

(LAUGHS)

Boo.

I'd be spooked
if I hadn't just inked a new deal.

Hey, that's a good deal for you.

- A lot of money.
- Yeah, man.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir. (CHUCKLES)

The team would like you to consider
a restructure.

Damn, Charles.

I didn't even get the money yet, man,
and they already asking me to return it?

Why don't you go to Suh
and them big money cats?

- 'Cause I want you to do it.
- Well, I ain't doing it.

My money belong to me, man.
I just bought this fucking house.

Okay, all right, I understand.

And I'm sure Coach Berg will understand.

Either that
or he'll run your ass ragged in camp.

- Wow.
- Supposed to be filthy hot this summer.

Wow, you gonna blackmail me with exercise?

No, I'm just saying
try being a team guy for a change.

Show the world that it ain't
always all about Alonzo.

- Look, Chuck, I don't mind moving the dough
- Mmm-hmm.

As long as I know it's all still coming to me.

- I got a mortgage to pay.
- And you're gonna get every single penny.

- Every dollar?
- Every dollar.

- That's my word.
- All right, then.

I got you.

So who the move for?

- Uh...
- Jerret?

Fuck that. Motherfuck that.

And why the hell would I buy myself
out of a job?

Because if you're the team's only deep threat,

you're gonna see double coverage
the entire season.

Double coverage
ain't got shit on Alonzo Cooley.

This is true.
I agree, but you two work better as a pair.

Look at Antonio Brown
and Martavis Bryant up in Pittsburg.

- That's one.
- Hey,

they had career years together, though.

- And what about A.B. and Wallace?
- It's the same guy.

But what has Wallace done
since he left Pittsburgh?

So you're saying that could be me and Rick?

Yes!

This is great for you and good for the team.

Just make sure
I get Ricky front row parking spot.

(INHALES)

Just make sure
I get Ricky front row parking spot.

Okay, I'm gonna do that for you.

- Damn, thank you.
- No, thank you from me.

And I'm Antonio, he's Martavis.

- I'm Antonio, he's Martavis.
- Yes.

Thank you, Antonio.

Yeah.

(YOU'RE THE ONE PLAYING)

- Hey.
- Hey.

Just heard Andre's making a bid
for our company.

Fuck. You sure about that?

Yeah, Virginia said lawyers are on the clock.

Drawing up the contracts right now.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

Travis did great on Glazer's show.

He goes top five, others will follow.

We'll double our roster.

Anderson's not a fucking idiot.

Why would he sell us right now, huh?

Well, he probably already knows
what Andre knows.

Look, I know, too. It's okay.

You know what?

I know that you're in a lot of pain.

What the fuck are you talking about, Joe?

The pill-mill, Dr. Frey.

Wow.

Okay, that was a one-time deal.

Oh, that's denial.
The first sign of addiction, man.

- Believe me, I've been there.
- My prescription ran out.

Oh. Look, it's fine. It's all good.

We play up the addiction angle,
send you to rehab.

Hey, I don't fucking need rehab.

Believe me, rehab's not that bad.

And plus, it makes it impossible for people
to turn their back on you.

It did wonders for Robert Downey Jr.
He's fucking Iron Man.

What Andre knows about me

has nothing to do
with me taking fucking pills.

Oh.

Okay, there's more? Wow.

I can't wait to hear this.
Let me guess, you're a human trafficker.

No, no, no, you're an assassin.

I lost a lot of money in a very bad deal, okay?

Back when Andre was managing it.

I tried to keep it under wraps,

but he's been fucking lording it over me
ever since we stole Sizzle.

Okay, so you lost some money.
So what? It happens to everybody.

Joe, it was $6 million.

Oh.

In one shot?

What the fuck, man?

Look, I was ready to retire,
okay, but my savings were shit.

But I wanted to live that lifestyle.

I did everything I could, scrambled
to keep it all together,

but then I said fuck it.
I rolled the dice. I went all in.

You said when you took the job

that you were doing it to protect players,
not because you were broke.

I did take this job to protect players, Joe.

And it's because I was fucking broke.

- You could have told me that.
- You wouldn't have hired me.

You're probably fucking right.

I also bought in some other guys on the deal.

(SIGHS)

They got hurt, too.

You couldn't just be a fucking pill fiend, huh?

No.

- (MUSIC PLAYING)
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- CHARLES: Yo, yo, Rick.
- Oh!

My negro hero.

Bringing blessings
in the form of chicken wings.

I am. Got you two dozen lemon pepper.

- One barbecue.
- Ooh!

Full order of Cajun fries. Bread.

Ranch. Or blue cheese if you like.

I'm gonna enjoy watching you eat every bite.

It don't mix with my diet.

I got something else you
might like even better.

I met up with Siefert earlier today.

You tell him to kiss my ass? (CHUCKLES)

Not exactly.

I told him we need your ass.

And after moving a couple pieces around,

I got you an offer.

Really? How much we talking?

I wasn't able to match
Buffalo's 11 million per year,

but I was able to get you nine million a year
for three years.

Damn, Chuck. How you swing that?

- I got a knack for this kind of stuff.
- No shit.

So, what you think? Are you willing
to take less money to stay home in Miami?

It ain't about the money.

Miami is where I belong.

Yeah? So the Ricky Jerret legacy lives on?

Let it live, baby. Dole me off
some of them wings in celebration.

(LAUGHS)

Hell, yeah. I'm gonna call Jason, man.

This is great. This is great.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- MAN 1: Go.

- MAN 2: Coming down, coming down.
- Hey, sub.

MAN 2: Whoa! All right.
MAN 1: Got him.

MAN 2: Better D up.
MAN 1: Run it back.

How's my favorite former free agent
feeling today?

Feeling the Lord's heavenly glow.

Yeah, I bet you are.
I was just about to call you.

Hot sauce?

Yeah, it's back there. Did you say former?

That's right. The Rams want you.

Now, before you give me a kneejerk "no,"

they're offering $36 million
over three years, half of it guaranteed.

All right? The paperwork's gonna
be on its way in the morning.

Welcome to the promised land, my son.

Hey.

Here you go.

He was surprised I came through, right?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) Could it be my baggy jeans
and my gold teeth

That make me different from y'all?

Ain't trippin', y'all, but listen, y'all

I was raised no different than y'all

Just doing my thing, using my ghetto slang

And I represent thug shit...

(ENGINE REVVING)

Since you can't say it, dog
I'm gonna say it for y'all

Motherfuck the Po-pos...

Fuck it.

Yeah, baby, 'cause I'm a thug

- Are you up for this?
- Yeah.

Let's get it out on the table.
I practiced my speech already.

Yeah, you know, if you think about it,
when you take a loss that big,

it makes you even more careful
with our clients' money.

Cautionary tale. Reformed man. It's gold.

Yep. Oh, that Addy's really kicking in.

- What?
- Huh? Oh, nothing.

Mr. Anderson. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Hey, no worries. Have a seat, gentlemen.

How about some wine?

If you don't mind, Mr. Anderson,
I'd like to cut right to the chase.

I'm sorry. (LAUGHS)

I didn't realize
that you were leading tonight's discussion.

Please, go ahead.

We're aware that Andre's
been making a bid for the company.

And I'm sure that he's been saying
a few choice things about me.

So, I just want to come clean
and let you hear my side of the story first.

You failed your registration, Spencer.

What?

NFLPA doesn't want you
handling their players' money.

Said that you were not a qualified custodian.

I got it in writing, actually.

And now you do, too.

But, hey, guys, listen, relax.

Don't worry. I think I've got a solution.

(EXHALES)

- Okay.
- Yeah, let's hear it.

Okay, how's this?

You never sign another client ever again.

Your value to me, to my company now

is zero, absolute zero.

So take a walk.

It's over.

Now, how about that wine, Joe?

I think I'd rather have a Scotch.

Scotch it is.

(I CAN'T GO ON THIS WAY PLAYING)