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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 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

Houston, we have a problem.

It took 100 years to build this system,

and Strasmore's dismantling it with one contract.

And now he's pushing for healthcare?

The guy's gonna die on his cross.

Don't start with the "Jesus is black" thing.

This is what happens when you bring in people from the outside.

Damn it, Strasmore. Fuckin' hell.

Jockey's only as good as the horse he sits on.

He's your donkey. What are you gonna do about it?

I'm looking at all options.

Oh, there's only one that's gonna make the fellas happy.

Killing Spencer Strasmore?

In a metaphorical sense.

This is on us, Candace. You and me.

I appreciate you remembering that.

But only one person's gonna take a fall.

What are you suggesting?

Tell the big guy he's got two options.

Either he sells his interest in the team immediately,

or we destroy his life.

I suggest option number one.

Can you do that?

I can do anything I want.

It's already 50% more than I thought it was gonna cost.

Haven't framed a single structure.

So, you want me to run you over with a bulldozer?

Actually, I got a better idea.

Why don't we pull a Thelma & Louise

and drive a bulldozer off a cliff together?

You know, I, um, just got a call from the league,

and they made me an offer that I can't refuse.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

$100 mill over what I paid...

- just to get lost. - Oh, my God.

It's a good thing you're not barefoot because, as usual,

- you stepped in shit. - Yes, I did. Again.

But that money could pay for all of this.

I can't take that.

It's blood money.

Players need you, and you know what?

In some ass-backwards way, the league needs you, too.

Yeah, they got a funny way of showing it.

You're gonna save their asses.

But more importantly,

you're gonna do right by the players,

and the players that came before them.

Why hasn't anyone done that before?

Greed, selfishness,

good old-fashioned complacency.

Everyone wants to be liked, right?

But you... You, my friend...

- Love to be hated. - Yeah.

Yeah, it's wild.

I've been to a lot of cities, and I've worn a lot of colors.

And they try to convince you that it's about the name on the front,

but they pay you for the one on the back.

People need to get real.

The players are the league.

Mr. Strasmore?

Mr. Smith and the negotiating team are ready for you.

We wanna dive in, man.

Show the people what the business of football really is.

- The beauty and the ugliness of it. - Beauty.

A docu-drama series, warts and all.

Yeah, fuck scratching the surface.

- We wanna excavate. - Sounds deep. I love it, Rick.

See, I dig this Hollywood meeting vibe, man.

Told you, we got the right guy at the right place.

Yeah, maybe not.

Well, what you mean?

All right, do me a favor. Look over there.

Look past the sound stages over there.

Past the building behind that and the cell tower behind that.

Okay, so... So, the company that owns the company that owns us

has ties to the NFL, right?

So we're not just, like, some little independent studio.

We're part of a giant conglomerate.

They're not gonna want to get involved

with smearing the league.

It's not smearing if it's telling the truth.

How do you know? You didn't even ask.

Well, I've been at this long enough to know

I'll just be banging my head against the wall.

Come on, man, the people that started this studio,

they were mavericks, pioneers.

You think they took no for an answer?

Hell no.

They were some crazy-ass wandering Jews, walked the desert for 40 fucking days

and 40 fucking nights, and landed in San Fernando Valley

looking to get paid.

And I mean that in a laudatory way.

We want exciting content, don't get me wrong.

That's what we want.

Man, what you think I'm pitching you, Green Book 2?

I mean, you know what it is, man, you heard the show.

Hey, look, if you want to tone it down,

maybe we can talk about another version.

- Oh, here we go. - What?

This is the problem with white dudes running shit, man.

Hollywood needs more diversity.

- Ah, that's just racist. - Oh, is it?

How do you like it?

Fuck you, and fuck corporate America.

- Rick! T! - We ain't gotta talk

this Hollywood bullshit anyway.

Why do we even need a studio?

- All they are is a bank. - I know. We got money!

- Or you got money. - Exactly.

They can't censor us if we run our own shit, T.

Ain't nobody gonna put a muzzle on Ricky fucking Jerret!

I'm coming for y'all! Y'all hear me?

Hope y'all ain't talking about me.

Oh, shit. What up, Q? Not unless you own a studio.

Not a bad fuckin' idea, man.

Let's link up. Talk some real numbers.

You know, ain't enough of us at the top.

Yes, sir. Hit my line.

Goddamn Quavo.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to day two

of the International Summer Invitational.

I'm ready.

On the blue side, it's the Levitating Rhinos,

perhaps one of the biggest surprises

of the tournament so far.

Their opponents on the red side are the Bill Graters.

The stage is ready. Let's get into the game.

Gank is at the top lane,

- and Copernicursed grabs first blood. - Yes!

- Come on! - Cross-map, Atarch's in the base.

He runs...

- Chase down the Nexus. - Yes.

Levitating Rhinos into the quarterfinals!

Team Liquid, the pride of North America,

stands between the Rhinos and the semifinals.

And TL just liquefies them. Look at that Nexus fall.

What an easy game one for Team Liquid.

We got two more rounds, right?

They working on it. They working on it.

There we go.

And the Nexus falls!

We're going to game three!

Yeah!

Killer3ve picks off Jensen!

Rhinos picking a massive fight in the middle lane,

and they're gonna do it!

They've taken down Team Liquid!

And the arena is stunned!

The Rhinos with the upset of the tournament.

Hey, who's trash now?

- All right, let's go! - Let's go! Come on!

Hey, Kovac, out of curiosity,

why are we running the 3-5-2 formation and not the 4-4-2?

I ask him the same thing all the time.

Look, I'ma tell you like I tell Scott, all right?

- Oh, not with this bullshit again. - Look, they're five years old.

We've struck gold if we can get all of them

to run in the same direction.

But fundamentals are fundamentals.

You know, it's never too early to teach them the right way.

You right about that, and me, I'm just an ex-player

trying to have some good memories with my kid, Charles.

Winning memories are good memories.

You right, and any memories with my Sophie

are winning ones.

But when are you going back to LA, Charles?

Confidentially,

I might be here for a while.

Well, then confidentially,

keep your mouth shut

and your Super Bowl loss off of the pitch.

All right, let's get it. Let's get it, y'all. Come on now.

Our next matchup features the surprise of the tournament,

the Levitating Rhinos, going up against the powerhouse

in Splyce, ranked number three coming into the tournament.

A fight's breaking out in the top river,

and look the Tarsus!

A pentakill for M0Better.

- There we go. - Destruction.

They're gonna steamroll to the 2-0.

I can't believe it.

Levitating Rhinos are into the finals!

This is absurd!

We've got a hectic battle between

Levitating Rhinos and Faceless Five,

and look at the team fight break out.

We've got a triple kill.

Go. Hey, go, Beard. Go, Beard.

All right, I got it. I got it.

This is their shot,

but the Bear sting's not gonna work until they can...

The Nexus falls!

And Faceless Five win the tournament.

Well, it was a magical run while it lasted, mate.

My pops said if you're not first, then you're last.

What are you talking about?

It's our first tournament,

and we've come second, for Christ's sake.

Plus, we got 750 grand in prize money.

That's not even enough to cover the entry fee.

Man, fuck these moral victories.

- Hey, man, you got a sec? - Not for you.

Hey, no, legit, you lit our guys up.

Yeah, it was an epic performance.

Man, if you guys had better players, you'd have better results.

Man, we wanna turn the page, talk about the future, yours and ours.

This is my brother, MK.

He's also the owner of Team Splyce.

I wanna talk about an acquisition.

Hey, man, nobody's finna own me.

All right, let's call it an investment...

at a significant valuation.

Do I have to listen to Nickelback?

I don't give a fuck if you listen to Sarah McLachlan.

Dude, Reg, do whatever you want.

Can you just hear the man out?

Don't stress. It's gonna be your show.

All right?

How many zeroes we talking?

You guys getting a little sunshine, huh?

You're finally putting a little color on those pasty faces.

The only rays he gets are artificial.

You had to do it again.

- You poked the bear. - Yeah.

Yeah, somebody had to.

Is this him being existential?

It's him being moronic.

Did you secretly meet with the NFLPA?

Like there aren't eyes everywhere?

Spencer?

- Don't fuckin' lie to me! - Don't lie to us!

It was fucking coming out anyway.

That's great. That's just fuckin' great.

- You know, you're suspended. - For what?

"For what?" For colluding with the NFLPA!

That's what!

'Cause everybody hates your guts.

You're suspended from ownership, indefinitely.

This is your Guantanamo Bay moment.

You're a fucking masochist.

Not at all.

I'm a player and a veteran,

and I know exactly where the fuck I stand.

And that's all that matters.

The question is,

what side of the line are you guys on?

I love summit meetings with you, mate.

It makes my fascia tissue tingle.

You sure that's not your nerve endings dying

from your previous extracurricular activities?

Yeah, it could be that.

- Yeah. - Let's do this.

- Do what? - You sure?

He didn't believe in us from the start.

Yeah, of course I believed in you guys.

I just thought you should spend your time more wisely.

Is this wise enough?

It's your money back, and then some.

Because we don't want you coming back, complaining.

You know, none of that.

No. You keep your money. I believe in you.

At least, I believe in Reginald.

I can never figure this guy out.

Have you been through some 12-step program or something?

You're coming across very enlightened.

I want to apologize to you.

My past behavior had less to do with you and more to do with my own misery.

You're a valuable member of this team.

You got no idea how valuable.

All right. Tell me.

Someone made us an offer.

Well, it must be nice to be validated.

And vindicated.

Nothing sounds better than being right feels.

Now, wish me luck, because we accepted the offer.

What... Without consulting me?

Well, why, man? The check already settles you out.

It was good doing business with you, Mr. Krutel.

Wait, so that's it?

I mean, I can offer you...

a hug, but I wanted to do it proper.

I'm leaving to go run the eSports business.

Thanks for the opportunity.

Whoa. You're out, too?

You'll be fine.

You don't need me, Reginald does.

I'm just like a good-luck charm that you hang around your neck

till you find your feet.

You're your own man now, mate.

I might actually miss you.

Excuse me? You can't go in there!

Someone call security.

You better tell 'em to bring everyone.

No way!

Let me call you back.

Hi, Spencer.

You know, I'd love to feign surprise to see you here.

Well, I'm sorry I interrupted your little call.

I'm sure you're having a good old laugh with the boys' club, huh,

at my expense?

Actually, that was my sister in Virginia,

- sharing a cute story... - How could you let this happen?

I didn't let anything happen.

The owners want you and any memory of you gone.

I think they made you a more than respectable offer.

I'm not going away.

I figured.

And so did they.

That's why they just launched a media offensive.

Okay, well, you know what, who gives a shit?

What could they say about me that hasn't already been said?

That you're a pill-popping drug addict,

a deceitful liar, a dishonorable partner to the other owners.

All because I wanna do right by the players?

You're not a player anymore.

Time has moved on.

You have a responsibility to the shield.

Fuck the shield!

I have a moral one to the players.

The owners are meeting tomorrow, and they're voting to force a sale.

Your sphere of influence just narrowed.

Considerably. It's over.

Actually, it's just beginning.

And for the record...

I told the players to strike.

When you've spent your entire life trucking guys,

curbing that instinct doesn't come easy.

Each game is different.

Every opponent has their weakness.

You've gotta know your enemy, the landscape,

and adjust your game accordingly.

- Spencer? - Hi.

Hi. Maileen from The New York Times.

- Maileen, it's good to meet you. - You, too.

Uh, where do you want to do this?

I think right here at the bar's fine.

- Okay. - Drink?

Uh, just coffee, black.

You mind if I turn this recorder on?

No, that's the whole point.

I want everything on the record.

Joe, stop rubbing your temples.

The world's not ending.

Yeah, maybe yours isn't.

Nike just called.

Who cares?

They wanna buy into Municipal.

Fifty percent, with an option to buy the other 50.

Wow!

How did that happen?

Happened late last night.

OBJ and I were out with Curt Seaton.

He runs acquisitions.

Wow. Burning the midnight oil is really working for you, huh?

- And you. - Yeah, no shit.

Congrats to both of us.

But this, this thing's all you.

Good job. Really good job.

- Uh, no third degree? - What are you talking about?

OBJ, what Curt looks like, where we went.

No. If it's not about the deal, it's none of my business.

Then I guess it won't be a problem

if they ask me to stay on and run the thing?

Kate, if you're asking if I've contemplated

our working future together, the answer's yes,

and I made peace with it.

You're evolving.

Moderately. I don't know.

I'm just finally comfortable in my own skin.

Wow. I'm speechless.

This whole Spencer thing,

it's really fucked me up.

And now that that's resolved,

I can finally move on.

What do you think we should do?

Well, Nike's marketing dollars and distribution infrastructure

could really take us to the next level.

I was talking about us.

$10 million?

It's a lot of money.

That's enough to pay for Kiki's college

and her sister's and their kids.

Charles, you know this is not about the money.

Yeah, but we can't keep living like this, baby.

You'd have to relocate.

And I'm not gonna pull you from your work.

All right, all that is beside the point.

We'll always have enough money. We'll always have each other.

But you need to make your health a priority. Put that rib down

and scoop up some of those green beans.

Yeah, I guess none of it really matters if I'm dead, anyways.

Thankfully, I have purpose going forward.

I got our children,

I got you...

and I can always just coach here, you know?

If Kovac can do it, anybody can.

Uh...

What? What is it you aren't saying?

What you're not saying to yourself.

Can you really walk away from the Rams?

So, you're gonna bring up the Rams' Super Bowl?

The Rams' Super Bowl loss?

Unfinished business.

You're right. You're right.

- I'll be miserable. - Then that's not a healthy option, baby.

- So? - So, you got me.

I will always be your ride-or-die.

Have you ever thought about being quarterback?

It crossed my mind.

Oh, shit.

Throwing's the easy part.

Running's the hard part.

Yo, Spence, what's happening?

Hey, remember that thing we discussed?

I need you to drop it tomorrow morning, 11:30, West Coast time on IG.

Well, it ain't gonna help me,

but at least it'll help those young'uns.

They don't know it yet, but they're gonna need it.

Hey, Spence.

I must tell you, Brené Brown's vulnerability stuff

is the real fuckin' deal.

Well, look, if that doesn't work out, you can move to LA.

Damn, Spence.

First call from you in a year,

and you already asking for shit?

Man, I'm heading to Paris.

Gonna check out Fashion Week.

All right, brother, it's time to change some minds.

We gotta do more than change minds.

I'm about changing lives.

You know how many kids are deprived of real job opportunities?

- Way too many. - Butjust know,

I'm counting on you to cut that check.

You can make it out to Year Up.

I got you, but I need you tomorrow, 11:30,

drop it on IG.

We're at the point of no return.

- Spencer. - Don't hang up.

That's not my MO.

I like to tell motherfuckers how I feel.

It's a good thing you do, 'cause you were right.

About what?

Everything.

Kinda funny how a guy who fucks up all the time

gives the best advice to the rest of the world.

Yeah, and I'm sorry it took me so long to take it.

You're one flip-flopping son of a bitch, you know that, Spencer?

Well, true confidence is being able to change your mind.

- I need a favor. - A'ight.

I'm gonna need something in return, though.

Training or recreation?

When it's your passion, it's one and the same.

How'd it go with Joe?

Paid in full.

And the Splyce deal?

Got an advance.

The investment's massive.

Congrats, Vernon.

See, Reg?

I told you it was all gonna work out.

Most importantly, you never have to play another down

for the rest of your life.

Yeah, J called.

What'd he say?

Cowboys came up with 90 for me.

Ooh! Damn!

A day late and a dollar short.

Every dollar counts.

Wait, you gonna take it?

Of course I am.

I always was going back.

What, you think I'm an idiot?

You been playing me this whole time?

I had to light a fire under your ass.

You weren't fulfilling your potential.

You shrewd motherfucker.

When did you become the smartest guy in the room?

When I started pretending to be the dumbest.

What about the team?

Gaming can wait, Reg.

Gaming can wait.

Ladies and gentlemen,

we are now beginning our final descent into Los Angeles.

Please make sure your seatbacks and tray tables

are in their full and upright position...

Sir, please put your seat back upright.

...securely fastened and all carry-on luggage

is stowed underneath the seat in front of you

or in the overhead bin.

Strasmore,

what are you doing here?

I've come to save your asses.

Pain.

Most of you have probably experienced some.

You stub your toe on a coffee table.

Maybe you've hurt your back playing golf.

Maybe you've been in a car wreck.

But have you ever been run over by a car?

Had 13 surgeries?

Eight months of rehab?

Debilitating headaches?

For most of our guys, that's just part of their daily life.

In case there was any doubt,

you're days away from a strike.

And the season is upon us.

And let me tell you something, you've got way more to lose

from a strike than you'll lose providing healthcare.

So, do yourselves a favor.

For once in your life,

do the smart fucking thing,

if not the right thing.

They're not gonna be ambushed.

And I'm not taking no for an answer.

You're out of line.

How about we put it to a vote?

For the sake of democracy.

Okay.

Sure.

Fuck it.

Let's vote.

But can you live with the results?

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to.

All right.

Everyone, we will now vote on the proposition

to implement lifetime healthcare for all players

with three or more credited seasons.

That includes all veterans. Two-thirds of majority needed to pass.

All those in favor, say "aye."

Aye.

One.

Two.

Four. Six.

Ten, 12.

Eighteen, 20, 21.

All right, it looks like we are one vote short

of the majority needed to pass.

Hmm.

It's not too late for you.

Too late for me? To what?

To clear your conscience.

Save your soul.

Course it is.

But still, my answer is yes.

Wait, "yes" as in "no," or "yes" as in "yes"?

Yes, as in Strasmore has the right idea.

Now let's go get the CBA done

and take this league into an even higher level.

Thank you so much. You're amazing.

Don't let me order any more.

Hey, my man, can I get a couple more of these, please?

These kinda small.

That's why you got high blood pressure now.

Reggie.

I am honored you came, now that you're an oligarch.

Hey, don't be bitter.

Business is business.

Wow! I've taught you well.

It's like you've been painting fences all month,

and now you know karate.

Good afternoon, everyone!

Thanks for coming.

Big day.

Today we pour the foundation of our future.

I feel so lucky to be surrounded by my closest friends,

my family. You are my family.

You have all, every single one of you,

killed it in your own individual, special ways.

Like Kate with Municipal brand.

You're a killer.

And, Lance, I can't believe I'm gonna say this,

but you've been a steadying hand.

Yeah, it takes a special kind of individual

to understand the mind of a maniac.

Thank you.

Jason, for a guy that's often been mistaken

for waiters at hotel pools,

you destroyed it.

Vernon's deal, Patrick's deal,

you're the best agent in the fucking business,

and I am so proud

to be your fuckin' boss.

"Partner."

Hmm?

Partner!

Reg.

You're a trailblazer.

To think of where you started and where you're going,

it's mind-blowing. Kudos, brother.

Just don't get started in on cocaine.

That's my only advice.

Vern. The heart you show on the field and in life

will be infused in the walls of this complex.

And also, your commissions, too, will be infused as well. Thank you.

There he is. Right on time.

You big bald motherfucker.

I want you to know something.

Wherever we may roam for the rest of our lives...

when I see you, I'm home.

Brothers for life.

And in the end, what did you learn?

Sometimes, it's about the journey,

and sometimes it's about the result.

And sometimes... it's about none of the above.

And it never ends...

until you're dead.

This shit is dope.

You did your thing, T.

This shit is fire.

We might be pretty good at this Hollywood thing.

We might be.

You know, I thought I'd always be known as a player, but...

Identity is a funny thing.

And just when you think you've defined yourself,

or that life has defined you,

there's always another chapter, another challenge.

It's all about getting outside of your comfort zone.

Until you do, you'll never know what you're capable of.

That's all we need.

Think we got it.

- Thanks for doing this, Spence. - Anytime, Rick.

Thank you for always being an original.

That's a wrap, y'all!

Babe I got what you need

That's a wrap.

I'm your pusherman

More than enough we can be free

I'm your pusherman

No, I won't sell you no dreams

No, no, no, no

I'm your pusherman

But the inspiration

Ooh, is free

I'm your pusherman

Yeah

Talkin' bout drugs

Oh

Talkin' bout love

Do you believe?

Yeah

Yeah