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♪ 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 Hollygrove chicks to my Hollywood shows ♪

♪ And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know ♪

♪ This that "Slumdog Millionaire" Bollywood flow ♪

♪ And, uh ♪

♪ 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 moving kinda slow ♪

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

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Ah! Hoo!

Shit.

You know what? I still don't get it, man.

- Me either. - All right, it's real easy, guys.

So annuity is a fixed sum of money paid to someone every year,

usually for the rest of their life.

- Like somebody would leave in a will? - Exactly, brother.

So let's say, Vernon, you die and you leave me 100K.

- Let's say I don't. - But let's say you do.

Let me shed some more light.

An annuity is a contractual financial product

sold by financial institutions

that's designed to accept and grow funds from an individual

and then, upon annuitization,

pay out a stream of payments to the individual

- at a later point in time. - Ah!

Hey, Eddie George, amazing!

I know. I was inspired by you, Spencer.

I figured if you can do it, I can, too.

- I'm out. - All right.

- Let's get some breakfast, y'all. - I'm in.

Let's, please.

Some cheese and biscuits...

Yo, what's that?

Guys, where the fuck are we?

Guys.

- You okay, boo boo? - Never better.

They're already in the conference room.

- Oh. - There he is.

Spencer, say hi to Arielle and Andi.

Hello, Arielle, Andi.

They're from the acquisitions team at IMG.

Welcome, ladies. It's good to meet you.

It's nice to finally meet you, too.

Sorry I'm late. I had a little car trouble.

A little car trouble.

The work you've done here at ASM

is very impressive, Spencer.

Thank you. We've got a great team.

We're all about teamwork at IMG.

In fact, we'd love to have you to the campus so you can see firsthand.

Thank you so much for showing such great interest in our company.

Well, you're welcome.

We have to do due diligence, of course,

but like I said, everything we've seen so far is impressive.

We do have some questions regarding ASM's valuation, though.

You know what? Can I just borrow these guys for a second?

Real quick, outside?

Come on.

What the fuck?!

Listen, before we go down that road where we're okay with IMG,

I just want you to know I'm perfectly capable of running Vegas and ASM.

You can't even remember to wear a tie.

How you gonna run two companies?

I took an Ambien last night. I had a bad night's sleep.

That's why I couldn't wear a fucking tie.

Who gives a fuck about the tie? You're not wearing a tie.

I agree with Spencer here, okay?

I used to take that shit. That'll fuck you up.

That stuff royally fucks you up.

- Joe? - Huh?

- Shut up. - Okay, okay, okay.

Look, Spencer, I understand it would be great

to have both ASM and Vegas in your portfolio,

- but it's just not practical. - Fuck practical!

I never agreed to sell, Bret.

You didn't have to. I decided for the both of us.

Bret, the company's worth $15 million at best

against a $2 billion raise.

- Come on. - That's 15 million closer to the goal.

And, by the way, it's a show of faith,

like me selling my yacht.

Now, look, are you or are you not

with Joe and me on this?

I agree with Mr. Anderson.

So, what does that mean for Ricky? What does that mean for Vernon?

Huh? That we just hand them over to IMG?

- No, no, no, no, no. - Give them up?

We pay them back and then we hand them over to IMG.

- That's what this whole deal's about. - Fuck fucking IMG!

Come on! They just swim along with their mouths open

like fucking whales just eating everything in their path.

Like plankton. We're fucking plankton.

- ASM is plankton. - We're very, very green plankton.

Now let's do this.

Come on.

Fine.

Ricky Jerret can't seem to get out of his own way.

Footage has surfaced of an altercation at a neighbor's house

in which Jerret appears to assault a teenage boy.

And by assault, I mean he punched the kid in the face.

Baby, what in the world could possibly be going on in Uncle Ricky's head?

I'd make a million bucks.

Things could get ugly for the Patriots' mercurial wide receiver

- who has yet to sign his new deal with New England.

- Hello? - Big C, what's happening?

Watching Ricky on "SportsCenter."

So much worse seeing it than hearing about it.

Yeah, talk to Ray Rice about that.

- How's the fam? - My baby girl is perfect.

Julie's good. What's up?

About that email that you sent out,

how'd you like to go on a meeting

for the GM position with the Chargers?

- You serious? - Yeah, man, I already talked you up.

They were very impressed with your Sutton signing down in Miami,

so I convinced them to move your résumé up to the top of the pile.

Wow, I mean, I don't know what to say.

Don't mention it.

Just give my clients some good deals

when you get the gig.

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah.

Yeah, that's the least I could do, I guess.

All right, I'm gonna connect you with Spanos' guy in email later today.

Hey, thank you, J.

All right, buddy.

I don't wanna talk about spin control.

Damage is done, the video's out there.

The real damage is I don't have a fucking deal, gentlemen.

Yeah, well, we're trying to get the deal done, Rick,

but you should've given me a heads-up

before you knocked out a 16-year-old white boy.

All right, well, here's a heads-up, J.

I'm gonna knock that kid out again when I see him for leaking that shit.

I don't think he leaked it, Rick.

- Well, who did? - I don't know.

Doesn't fucking matter, by the way.

The only thing that matters is we get this deal done.

Oh, really? We?

Are you even a part of this team anymore?

pshh, last time I checked, you was out in New York

chasing paper for your damn self, definitely not me.

Yeah, I was up there trying to make a deal

that will pay your fucking money back is what the fuck I was doing.

Why don't you sell your damn suits, man, get my money back?

What the fuck you talking about? God damn, man.

Why don't you do your fucking job?

You just standing there in fucking suits looking stupid.

Hey, hey, hey, settle the fuck down!

Settle down, the both of you, for fuck's sake!

Look, I talked to New England this morning. We're in good shape.

They just want you to see a specialist, that's all.

What kind of specialist?

The kind that examines what's going on inside of your mind,

mentally, emotionally.

A shrink?

They think I'm crazy.

Of course they think you're crazy.

You're playing basketball dressed like a fucking pimp.

Why the fuck else would they want you to see a shrink?

Ricky, who cares if they think you're a little off upstairs?

You work for the NFL, not the U.S. nuclear program.

Besides, they'd rather you be emotionally damaged than physically.

Got it?

Yeah, sure. Set it up.

It's a good thing they didn't have smart phones

and surveillance cameras back when I was a player.

I've been in a lot of messy situations.

My shit would've been a lot messier than that.

Not messier than this.

What are you mumbling?

Look, I can mumble it, slur it, speak it in Swahili.

It's all the same thing, Spencer.

The leaked tape, Vernon's suspension,

I can track it all back to you

and this bullshit that you got with the league over Vegas.

We don't know that. As a matter of fact,

I think it's the kid this time.

You just said it wasn't.

Well, because I didn't want him to go back for round two.

You're not gonna play me like you play your clients.

I'll admit it, I've been sniffing in tall weeds with a short snout, okay?

No, not okay.

What the fuck does that even mean?

It means that, yes,

the league, in fact, does hate my fucking guts, okay,

but it doesn't mean they're behind the Ricky leak.

So then you gotta fucking figure it out.

You are in player management,

not real estate development.

So, what the fuck are you saying,

that I bounce on a $2 billion deal

just because the league is trying shake down my clients?

No, our clients. And, no, just manage the situation better.

This is what I do... I represent players.

I don't build stadiums.

And I'm sure as shit not taking a grenade for you on this one.

God damn, J, take it easy, all right?

I had a bad fucking night's sleep.

Well, then take a fucking Ambien next time.

I did.

Oh, you see that shit?

I'm like Tom Cruise in "The Color of Money."

- Yah! - You're more like Rodney Dangerfield

in "Easy Money."

Oh, shit, I don't get no respect at all.

No respect.

Vern is out 3.5 for the suspension.

And on top of that, another 2.5 that Spencer already owes him.

Needless to say, his bank account is hurt as fuck.

I know all about hurt-as-fuck bank accounts.

Mine has shed a few tears over the years itself.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Sometimes the tip is enough.

Man, stop making dumb fucking sex jokes, man.

That wasn't a sex joke. I was merely stating that I understand the situation.

- Oh. - How can I help?

Well, that's just the thing.

I mean, you've been helping,

but that shit ain't good enough.

Joe Krutel is not ASM.

No, no, technically he's not,

but he's the most active part of ASM.

Exactly. Spencer is M.I.A.

Vernon's breathing in a brown paper bag and shit.

Y'all need to do something.

What can I do besides rubbing Vern down with CBD oil?

You can start by calling the league office.

I might know somebody that knows somebody.

- Doctor. - Hi.

- You can do it. - How you doing, big guy?

Hey.

If the vegetable dumplings are still hot,

- I'll take some. - Oh, I can't give it to you.

It's a special delivery.

How are you otherwise?

- What are you in for? - Meniscus.

It's nothing. Tore mine three times.

You'll be back on the tennis court before you know it.

I only wanna get some good drugs.

There's my hot doctor.

That is my hot wife.

You and her?

- Good luck. - Hey!

- Paging Dr. Greane. - What are you doing here?

- Where's Kiki? - Everything's good.

And I brought you some Hung Phat.

Whole left side of the menu just like you like.

That's so thoughtful. You must want something really damn bad.

Why I gotta want something to come have lunch with my babe?

Because I have five knee surgeries lined up.

It's all right. Put them to sleep. Let them wait.

Besides, I got a phone call that I wanna talk to you about.

- I knew it was something. - It's a just small thing.

I thought you didn't wanna talk to me about your business, Charles.

Damn, can we just forget about that for a little while?

Right now, all I wanna...

Ooh.

Let me... let me take this.

Hello?

I can't wait till she cuts on me.

You're strange. You know that, right?

- Me? - Bizarre.

Okay.

Watch out for him.

All right, sorry about that. Now tell me about this call.

I got an interview with the Chargers.

- Open GM spot. - That's amazing!

- Right? - Yes!

So, are you cool?

I'll spend half the year in LA if I get it.

Yeah, I mean, no different than being in Tampa.

This is the left coast. It's far away.

Be closer to my family.

Look, either way, we'll make it work.

We always have.

Hey, so what'd Ricky want?

Ricky who?

Ricky, Ricky. He just called you.

Oh, that. No, I can't talk about that.

But thank you for the lunch. Love you.

Mwah, mwah, mwah, mwah.

Love you a whole lot. See you later. Bye!

I hope you got some positive vibes to spread around

because I could sure use 'em today.

When have I ever not been a ray of sunshine for you, Strasmore?

The Assembly's meeting Tuesday to vote on the tax allocation for the stadium.

My guys inside say we're looking pretty damn good.

Hey, Nick.

- Hey. - Yeah, well, pretty damn good

isn't an official approval.

Plus, we need the governor to pass it.

What's with all the doom and gloom?

You sell that company yet?

We're not selling it till we're approved.

I just got myself into a tight spot

and I need to get out of it.

Well, do what I do when I get in a tight spot.

- Yeah, what's that? - Lube the fuck up, buddy.

Psst. Got something for you.

Now's not a good time to come out of the closet, Joe.

- Ta-da! - Hola, Spencer.

Maximo.

Mr. Gomez has been kind enough

to provide a little slide show for our viewing pleasure.

All right, well, this should be good.

You followed around a 16-year-old boy?

Recon has no age, Spencer.

You wouldn't believe the shit this guy's dug up, and fast, too.

Listen, Joe, I don't give a shit if the kid's on Accutane

or who he's taking to the prom.

He's taking her. Becky Harris.

- She's a senior. - Yeah, she's cute, too.

Yeah, well, judging by their texts

she's got some big plans for him on prom night.

So, our boy's pulling girls like this now, huh?

That story must have spread like wildfire.

Like moths to the flame.

Since the tape's release, Jimmy Burns has become

the most interesting man in the world.

His Instagram went from 700 followers to 13K+,

and that was 12 hours ago.

All right, well, what can we pin on him?

You know, there's some questionable calls,

but there's... you know, there's no date rape, nothing like that.

- Shit. - All right, bye, Max.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, there's... there's something else.

He's planning a press conference on his Facebook page.

If you want, I can send some guys, work him over a little bit.

No, I'll do it myself.

Hmm.

Hey, what am I supposed to talk about, Doc?

Well, we can talk about whatever you like.

Family is always a good place to start.

Okay.

All right, I'm, um, close with my parents.

My dad Dennis was out of the picture for a long time,

- but he's back and he lives with me now. - Mm-hmm.

I talk to my mom a couple times a week.

She's a strong black woman.

How is the relationship between them?

Them two? There isn't.

- No communication? - Hell, no.

And that's a good thing.

Most of my early memories were loud ones,

- you feel me? - Yes, I do.

Who do you feel you most take after?

Uh, I'm a lot like both of them,

and that's a good and a bad thing.

Look, Doc, we both know why I'm here.

You drove to a wrong house

and punched a teenager in the face.

- I'm not proud of it. - I don't suspect you are,

but it's my job to find out why.

Got myself in a predicament with a nice young lady...

- Mm-hmm. - a lot like my dad did with my mom.

She told me she was gonna go home to have the baby.

And how'd that make you feel?

Ashamed.

Abandoned.

Angry!

A lot like my mom probably felt.

Like I said, I'm a lot like both of them.

It's a pretty difficult situation you're in.

Hell, yeah, man.

Had me all in my head, too.

And how are you feeling otherwise?

Honestly, I feel fantastic.

- I watched you in the Super Bowl. - You saw the Super Bowl?

- I was out there killing them, right? - A hell of a comeback.

- Yeah, it was, man. - You took some big hits.

- Pssh. - Dished 'em out, too.

You are a regular Hines Ward, my friend.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Doc,

I'm an emotional guy.

Sometimes I feel like the sun is shining

and... and all is right in the world.

And other days, you know...

I feel like there's a dark cloud,

and I wanna kill somebody or even myself.

It's like there's two different people.

There's Ricky...

and there's Jerret.

Oh, shit, like, what the hell is he doing, in, like... in my kitchen?

So I'm like, "All right, this is on."

I'm pretty sure you could've done some damage on his ass, right?

Yeah. Like a rear naked choke or something like that.

Hey! Yeah.

All right, show's over. We gotta talk.

Who's this ogre?

Bro, he's a narc.

He's not an ogre or a narc.

He is Spencer Strasmore, an old-time NFL player.

Ah, yeah, see, we've heard of each other.

Let's take a walk, Jimmy.

Excuse me, ladies. Be right back.

You're probably here to talk about your friend, Ricky.

- He's also my client. - A client?

You're not serious. What could you possibly do?

I'm his financial manager. And you releasing that tape was fucked up.

I didn't release it. I don't know who did or how they got it,

but honestly, dude, I'm not mad at it.

- Hi, Jimmy. - Hey, Jimmy.

Oh, hey. How's it going, babes?

Ooh, how could I be mad at that?

Ah, I see. So you sell Ricky down the river just for attention?

Ricky Jerret's not my friend, okay?

- He probably doesn't even know my name. - Yeah, he's my friend.

That punch made me famous and I'm capitalizing on it.

There's more to life, man, than... than just attention and getting laid.

Name one thing.

- Integrity. - Over pussy?

Dude, I know you don't believe that.

- How about your health? - I'm 16. My health is fine.

You want it to stay that way,

then I advise you to shut the fuck up.

Don't threaten me, Strasmore.

I can take a punch, or maybe you haven't seen the video.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to came across that way, okay?

It's not a threat, Jimmy.

- I've had a long night. - You look tired.

I am tired, Jimmy. Jesus Christ.

All right, listen, enough about me.

Ricky made you a star, all right?

I need you to show some decency

and not do this Facebook live thing.

- I cancelled the Facebook thing. - You did?

Yeah. TMZ offered me, like, 10 grand to talk instead.

I said I'd think about it.

Are you really gonna tell me there's more to life than money now,

- "Mr. Financial Manager"? - Let me ask...

what it's gonna take to let this thing die?

There goes my babies.

I stopped by the store, picked up some groceries.

Charles, why is that so loud?

Charles!

Are we having a problem, Charles?

Maybe.

Well, instead of beating around the bush

and blowing out our daughter's eardrums,

why don't you just spit it out?

Why is Ricky calling you?

I can't talk about that.

Why not?

I'm not discussing my business with you, Charles.

So I can talk about my business with you,

but you can't share?

- That's right. - That's a double standard.

The difference is is I don't need your advice for my business.

Hmm, that's messed up.

It is, but it's true.

But if you respect my profession,

you will not ask Ricky why he called me.

Get it! Oh, oh, oh!

You did it, you did it...

What's up, Rick?

I hope you're here 'cause you got some news from New England.

No, Jason's on that, but I just got back from seeing the kid.

What did that little punk have to say?

Well, he said that he's gonna forget about the whole thing

if you pick him up from school in your Ferrari.

Pssh, what do I look like? I drive for Lyft?

He want me to slap a pink mustache on the grill, too?

Now, listen, I hear you, Rick, but he just wants to look cool, that's all.

Well, shit, he ain't cool.

I saw he's gonna sing like a canary on TMZ today.

Yeah, they offered him $10,000,

but he told me he's not taking the money as long as you pick him up.

Well, unless you want me to get arrested,

I don't think that's a good idea.

Come on! Get it!

Look, he... he said he didn't release the tape, Rick,

and I believe him.

Well, if he didn't, who did?

I did.

Inadvertently.

The fuck are you talking about?

I've been butting heads with the league

over this fucking Vegas deal,

and they're using you as leverage.

That's some serious fucked-up shit.

I know it's fucked up, and I apologize to you, man.

- I'm sorry. - For what?

The fact that I loaned you five mil

that I haven't gotten back dollar one on

or the fact that you blowing up your entire client list

chasing global domination?

You have every right to be upset.

What the fuck do you know about me being upset?

Every time I turn around,

you at the core of some problem I got, man!

Let me make it right, okay? The kid goes to Dade Country...

Don't insult me, man, acting like you taking care

of my business, 'cause you're not.

You're only making it worse!

So stay out of it.

Stay the fuck out of my business.

Whoo!

When you said, "We'd like to come see you,"

I was under the impression you meant Spencer and yourself.

No, just me and Reggie.

But Spencer does say hello

and he appreciates you giving us the time here today.

Well, what can I do for you, gentlemen?

We wanna talk about Vernon Littelfield.

Yes, we are here to discuss Vernon Littelfield.

I... I just said that.

Yeah, just restating our purpose.

I'll assume this has something to do with his suspension.

We're not here to talk about his diet plan.

Okay, I'll take it from here. Thank you, Reg.

Yeah, um... yeah, we just feel like it's a little steep.

You know? I mean, four games.

Wow!

Could've been a lot worse, Mr. Krutel.

Fortunately, I'm a fan of you and your illustrious partner.

This is not about him and his illustrious partner.

This is about my friend and associate,

and he made a mistake.

We all know the league policy is gonna change,

you know, soon enough with CBDs, as is the whole world.

We know it's not approved yet and he shouldn't have done it,

but we said we're sorry and y'all should accept it.

I mean, y'all are the NFL.

People in this country look to y'all to set the vibe.

- The standard. - That's right.

And you look like a boss.

Why not think like one

and lead the charge on behalf of the league?

Ambitious as you are, you're gonna end up

running the league someday anyhow.

Well said, Reginald.

Well, if y'all give a brother a chance to speak,

he can make something of himself.

I agree.

You do?

- It was well said. - Well, thank you.

I don't mean to come off aggressive.

I know you got a lot of responsibility,

but we'd appreciate any help you can offer us.

You ever been in a Ferrari before?

Uh, no. No, no, I haven't.

Ever been with a black girl?

Me? Uh, yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Pssh, you fucking lying.

Yeah.

Does this thing really go 202?

Let's find out.

Holy fucking tit-fuck, dude!

Hold on to your balls, son.

You're a fucking maniac, Jerret!

You and I gotta have a little talk.

Sure.

- Whoo! - Yeah!

Okay. Damn!

That's beautiful. That is beautiful.

You did pretty good for your first time, man.

Thank you.

- I kept my cool, though. - But it's like I say,

you know, you've gotta be, like, tunnel vision.

You drove it like you stole it.

I'ma have me one of these one day.

- How old you say you were again? - 16. I just got my license.

My dad still doesn't let me behind the wheel, though.

First, I wanna apologize to you, man,

for punching you in the face.

I mean, you a good-looking kid,

and I could've done some serious damage, so I'm glad I didn't.

I just wanna say thank you for picking me up at school.

I know that's not really your thing, but, uh, it was good vibage.

Vibage, yeah.

Can I share something with you?

As long as it's not an STD, yeah.

- Shit, you're funny. - Thank you very much.

I was voted "Best Sense of Humor" in the yearbook.

Right.

Look, what I'm gonna tell you is, like, top secret.

Not even New England knows, all right?

Okay.

I'm not right in the head.

Yeah, I could've guessed that when I found you in our fridge.

I'm serious, Jimmy.

I've taken a lot of hits over the years, man,

and I'm not fully healed.

That's why I crashed your crib all disoriented,

and that's why I snapped.

You're the only one who knows it.

So, what is it, like a concussion or...?

Something like that.

Look, I'm not gonna talk to TMZ

or do the press conference or anything like that.

I was just doing that shit to be cool, but I'm no rat.

See, now you actually are cool.

I do kind of feel like a G, not gonna lie.

- Yeah. - Hey, what time is it?

I gotta get home before my mom starts to worry.

You said your dad won't let you drive?

You can drive my shit.

Are you serious?

Tell 'em you drove Ricky Jerret's car.

Now it's your turn to hold on to your balls, son.

- Pssh, let's go. Let's see what you got. - Let's do this.

- What's going on? - Joe is downloading his day to me.

Why he thinks I might be remotely interested,

I haven't quite figured out yet.

Okay.

I was just telling Mr. Anderson that I brought Reggie

to see Candace at the league office today.

Oh, okay. And?

And his impassioned plea

resulted in a two-game rollback of the suspension.

Wow, good job, Reggie.

Well, clearly, he's more effective than me.

I was very proud of him.

- Is there a point? - Yeah.

After a day like today,

I just... I felt inspired, you know?

I've never felt this alive except for when my wife died.

I love being on the front lines with the clients, you know,

taking shrapnel, tossing grenades.

I just don't think anything compares to this.

That's why I'm having second thoughts, Mr. Anderson.

I... I got to agree with Spence, here.

- I don't think we should sell ASM. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is a joke, right?

- That's no joke. - It's a joke.

- No, it's not a joke. - It's a joke.

- It's no joke! - Joe, no one cares

about your first thoughts, much less your second ones.

What is going on with you guys?

I'm having second thoughts, too.

Our clients are gonna be fine without us, Joe.

And if we've done our jobs, then they've learned

to look after themselves.

So, I'm out.

We're selling ASM.