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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

Ah, nothing like McCarthy Quad in the springtime.

Yeah, well, if the man's gonna put me on house arrest,

might as well be here, right?

Why do I gotta pretend to study for three years

while b-ballers get to go one-and-done?

That's because the NFL doesn't want you playing in the league at this age.

Yeah, so the NCAA's under the big thumb of the NFL?

More like kissing cousins. There's no way to avoid it.

So I guess we gotta rig it in our favor.

Now you're starting to think.

So we gonna be like Butch and Sundance, Bonnie and Clyde?

- More like The Sting. - Huh.

I never seen it.

Earth to Joe. Anybody home?

Hey. Sorry. I just had the weirdest dream last night.

Did you dream you were being chased by giant mini-horses again?

Please, tell me all about it.

No. I dreamt that our business cratered.

Yeah.

Hit dead center by this massive intergalactic meteor

- made of space trash. - Oh, that wasn't a dream.

And the meteor was a wrecking ball named Lance.

Oh, but that got me combing through our remaining roster,

looking for some inspiration, and I came across these hood rats.

Illegal Civ?

They're actually kind of charming,

until that dude that looks like a chick pukes on the cop's shoes.

Charming's not usually a word associated with them.

More like an acquired taste.

Like wine.

Necessity breeds invention, my young friend.

- Joe! - Oh, that's why I came in here.

- Reggie's on his way. - Reggie! Hey!

My man. Good to see you. I was just thinking about you.

Uh-oh. See, we play this game sometimes.

Guess What Face Reggie's Making. Let me guess.

Um, you're in intense pain.

Sizzle and Vern are fucking pissed off.

They got 10 mil sunk in this shit box,

and they blaming me because I told them

it was a good idea to bet on your ass.

And I thank you for the vote of confidence, Reggie.

Man, fuck you.

They sent me here to get shit straightened out.

Run the numbers, if you know what I mean.

You're a little skinny to be an enforcer.

Uh-oh.

Oh!

Affirmative action is alive and well here.

- White girl comedy. - Yeah.

She should be on Def Jam.

- Not funny. - Oh.

Sizzle says, if he loses capital, he's breaking fingers, then legs.

So why don't you tell me what the fuck is going on around here?

Everything's under control here.

Doesn't look like it. Looks like you ain't slept in weeks.

Actually, uh, I got something big. You're gonna like this.

Since you're an expert on all things urban,

feast those pretty brown eyes on these idiots.

Odd Future's ratty half-brothers?

I'm telling you, these guys have something.

I've been around superstars enough to know

what the "it" factor looks and smells like.

They're raw. They have an authenticity.

And they have a merry band of expanding followers

all between the ages of shitting in their pants

and studying for midterms.

- I like it. - I like it, too.

Jesse, where do we find the future?

So you ready for this?

Ready for what?

Another meet-and-greet with a bunch of dudes wearing windbreakers?

Okay, that's good. Keep your expectations low.

You'll never be disappointed.

I wish that were the case. They still disappoint.

Look, whatever it is we're about to walk into

doesn't really matter to me.

As long as the money's there, I'll make it work.

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Quincy Crawford!

Wow, even by my standards, this is big, Coach.

We're SC. It comes naturally.

Coach Davis.

Damn glad to meet you, Quincy.

Nice to meet you too, Coach.

Shit, we got more. Take a look up in the sky.

Always wanted to ride one of them bad boys.

Give me three years, I'll teach you how to fly them yourself.

Say hello to two-time Outland Trophy winner Jono Harvey.

- He's gonna show you around. - Yo, man.

I'll see you guys around. Coach, shall we?

Yeah.

So, Mr. Money Manager is playing the long game, huh?

The game I'm in now is much bigger

than just repping players. Come on.

Besides, I'll never compromise you like that.

So Q's family?

Yeah. His mom and I are dating-ish.

Well, tell Mom she produced a hell of an offspring.

I will tell her a legend loves her work.

Now just lay it on me. Why the house call?

I want the Trojans' TV rights.

That conference deal was a bust,

and I want to build you guys your own TV network.

Well, you're not the first to approach us.

But I am the only one chaperoning Q.

Why not walk your ass over and hit the higher-ups? Go direct?

Because you won four Rose Bowls, and I went to Miami.

I thought you said you weren't gonna compromise me.

I'm not gonna compromise you. I'm gonna compromise them.

Damn, son, look at you.

Didn't expect to land in Cali and see you in mid-season form.

- Shit. - Dr. Larson's right on point.

With all these supplements,

I'm starting to feel the bounce coming back, baby.

It's helping your personality, too. You're a much more pleasant person.

Shut the fuck up, man. Fix my vitamins.

I thought you was done with the game.

I mean, retirement was the best decision you made.

Dennis, you know, for most people,

when you leave a gang of messages for somebody

asking to visit, and they don't respond,

that means, "Stay your ass in Miami."

Yeah, but most people who don't respond

didn't come to the world via my motherfucking nut sack.

Oh! Come on. We don't need the image

of your sweaty, old, saggy-ass ball-sack, Dennis.

- You forgot to say "big," baby. - All right, uh...

You might not want to put the shark cartilage with the calcium.

That shit'll give you IBS.

Yeah, well, that's the least of his problems if he gonna keep playing

till he turn into a bumper sticker.

I never claimed to be the smartest, Dennis, just the most committed.

You know what I'm saying?

Did you do that down-low detective work,

see if Charles still stays at the same spot?

Of course, he does.

Nobody's leaving with all those hot-ass MILFs roaming around.

Why you gotta be all chauvinistic?

I mean, you act like it's an infestation of zombies or something.

'Cause it is. Just beautiful ones.

You got a point. Maybe I'll come, huh?

Nobody needs to see you or your gray-ass balls, man.

Fuck both of y'all.

End around! End around!

Practice field is state-of-the-art. We got the best turf money can buy.

Of course, as you know, we play all of our games on natural grass.

Way easier on the knees.

Yeah, I've seen your work. You got good hands.

- And better feet. - Thanks, bud.

I heard you were quite the student of the game.

Look at this. Isn't it awesome?

Makes my dick so hard,

nearly tears a hole right through my pants. Ha!

Q likes to focus on flexibility.

We have the Ironman gravity machine for that.

Then we hop in the Himalayan-salt sauna,

sweats out all your toxins.

Just like in Tibet.

Geography thing, big man.

We got the best grub, too.

There's this pizza place that they serve late-night,

and if you wear your hoodie, they even let players eat for free.

In my world, you wear a hoodie late night,

you get shot or choked out.

Hey, how are the classes?

Thankfully, I wouldn't know.

We have 24-hour access to tutors. They pretty much cover everything.

Papers, presentations, shit like that.

Not quite the answer I was looking for, but it's all right.

Come on. We'll catch up with you later.

All right.

Could you hurry up and decide already? We've been here for 15 minutes.

So many choices. Do I want sweet, or do I want tart?

It's fucking juice. Just get what won't make you throw up.

That's disgusting.

If I wanted a baby, I'd have a baby, all right?

I wanted a boyfriend.

Hey, Charles, how you doing, buddy?

I can hear that smile coming through the cell tower.

Yeah, only for you.

Well, word on the street is that you're in town.

For a little guy, Glazer's got a big mouth.

I ain't said nothing about Jay.

But listen up.

I'm hosting a pre-free agents' dinner at Nice Guy tonight.

Always one up on the competition.

A nice guy at The Nice Guy sounds like a nice time.

- Am I invited? - Of course! That's why I'm calling.

That, and you know what? Why don't you bring Kisan by as well?

I'd appreciate that, too.

Oh, I get it. So I'm really Kisan's plus-one.

You know what I would appreciate?

If you would reconsider your stance on Ricky.

Ugh, him again? Come on, man.

Remember, he helped the Pats win a ring.

And don't you forget, they lost without him.

Yeah, well, he's also bipolar. You left that part out.

If you get caught up in all these personality profiles,

you're never gonna be able to field a team.

I'm gonna call Kisan for you.

Just know that he's got a very heavy social calendar.

So what's up with the deal? I'm bored out of my mind.

They're gonna get back to us by the end of the day.

- You tell them no deal, no Q? - In so many words.

I'm not worried about it. It's a great all-around deal.

You shouldn't be worried about it either. It's gonna be good.

For who? Who's getting paid and who's getting played?

'Cause I didn't sign up for three years of my life

someplace I don't want to be for less than a significant piece.

- What's my end? - Ten percent.

Payable when?

In five, when we sell the whole thing, all right?

Your piece is gonna be worth somewhere between 50 and 100.

I'll be worth 50 to 100 by then, anyway.

Who's sacrificing for me besides my mom?

What are you sacrificing?

Agents, boosters, financial managers,

they've been knocking on my door since peewee ball.

- You know what I told them leeches? - What?

"Open a paper bag, fill it with Benjies, we can have meet."

I get it. I did the same thing.

- So you know what's up. - I do.

They got their 15 minutes, and we got our 10 Gs.

Your mom knows?

I don't care how many guys they send to the league.

And to be honest, believe it or not,

I'd actually like an education for three years.

But most of all, I wanna get paid. Up front.

That's for real.

All right, well, here we go.

Hey, Coach, I'm here with Quincy.

He's talking about how much he loves the place.

That's great to hear. Hope it stays that way

'cause I just got off with the Board of Regents.

- What'd they say? - It's a no-go.

Did you say it's a "no," or it's a "go"?

No, no, no.

I deliver the biggest piece of talent in the last 20 years

and a big-money offer for the rights.

- What the fuck are they saying no to? - To you.

To me? What the fuck does that even mean?

Well, they said you'd know what that means.

Who's "they"?

It's hard to tell sometimes 'cause there's so many of them,

but, in this case, you can go see Rodney Peete at the Grand Building.

Rodney Peete?

Yeah, you know him?

Yeah, I know him all too well.

"Heroines of Cinema Series."

Yeah, they don't get the love they deserve.

- Alabama Worley, that's a bad bitch. - Excuse you?

That's a bad woman right there.

- My bad. - We're screening films

all with strong female central characters

in contemporary cinema

and discussing the way that men view them.

Kind of a series to create some gender discourse

and get to the bottom of male insecurity.

I'm all about gender discourse.

You're Q.

How you know me?

'Cause I'm the one who put together

that highlight reel for your welcome party.

- I'm Emma. - That was dope,

minus the close-up of that LB from Bosco putting the hurt on me.

You got rocked. But you didn't go down.

So, uh, you're really into this film thing, huh?

Yeah. Since forever. And I'm a football fan.

Do you want to see something cool?

- Yeah, let's do it. - Let's go.

Man, how long we gotta stay out here for?

As long as it takes.

You don't gotta train for the rain. It never rains in LA.

- Are you committed to this shit? - Yeah.

- Are you committed to this shit? - Yeah!

- Am I my brother's keeper? - Yes, I am.

- Well, say that shit louder then! - Yes, I am!

Fucking right!

You got this. Get there. Get there.

Hell, yeah!

Man, come on, Rick. Let's get out of the rain, man.

- Look, look, look, look. - Oh, shit.

Big C!

- What up? - What's happening?

Man, what you doing around these parts?

I live just across the way.

No. You do? For real?

- Did you know that? - Am I my brother's keeper?

Well, if it wasn't for the beard, driving by,

I could've sworn Antonio Brown was snatching a pill from Big Ben.

Yeah, I'm working my ass off, too, man.

Had to find my flow again.

It wasn't easy, but I'm back now. Let's go.

I don't think I've ever seen you get that low on your breaks.

My doc, man, he got me on this new vitamin program.

Like, legit fountain of youth.

Gave a brother an extra inch.

Listen, man, the organization hasn't forgotten about you.

But just tossing back and forth our real off-season needs,

and if the slot wins out, you could still be our guy.

Yeah.

What you doing later, man? You wanna grab a drink?

I would, but I gotta go meet up with Mr. Kroenke.

Right. All right, yeah, yeah. No doubt.

Keep up the good work.

- Get up out the rain. - All right, dude.

Hold this. Chuck. Chuck.

I know I messed up any last chance I had with that workout,

and I'm pretty sure you and everybody else

in that Rams facility probably moved on,

but if there's anything I can do for another opportunity,

I'll do that shit.

All right? I'm serious about suiting up for you this season, man.

I'm ready to give my life on that field, man.

I just want to play ball again, Chuck. This is me talking.

All right. I'll keep that in mind.

Remember, they can smell that corporate shit a mile away.

Wearing a suit doesn't make me corporate.

It ain't the suit.

It's that cheesy look on your face mixed with that smell of desperation.

It's not desperation, okay?

That's Tom Ford. I spent a shitload on it.

Just saying, they know.

Yo, yo, yo, what up?

My name's Joe Krutel. This is my associate Reggie Morris.

We're the new owners of Sports X.

What the hell is Sports X?

I thought the dude that played for the Dolphins owned Sports X.

I thought you guys didn't know what Sports X was.

Yeah, let's all have a laugh on the white guy's expense.

Very funny.

Spencer Strasmore does own the company,

and this square cue-ball dude over here is the other owner.

- Wait. Who are you? - Yeah, who the hell are you?

I'm the executive and the head of the financial group.

And from the real 'hood, not this bougie shit.

So you might want to show a brother some courtesy and respect.

Look. Look, homie, the only reason we're still on the roster

is 'cause we haven't felt like calling to say we're not on the roster.

Plus, that shit Lance had us doing was corny as hell,

and you smell too much like Lance to think anything would be different.

- I'm the guy who fired Lance. - Respect. You have anything to say

that isn't corporate cookie-cutter management bullshit?

Let's get something straight, friend.

Nothing I do, we do, is cookie-cutter.

I eat motherfucking cookies. I don't bake them.

He's the motherfucking Cookie Monster.

Yeah, that's right.

And everything we do with ASM,

and now Sports X, is straight-up nasty.

We handle some of the biggest, baddest mofos on the planet.

They make bank, and they keep it real.

And now we're taking that philosophy and applying it to action sports.

And guess who gets to benefit?

- You guys! - Okay, okay.

We'll listen, but I think we hear a whole lot better

- with food in our stomachs. - Yeah.

- Do you know Roscoe's? - Roscoe's? Roscoe's is my joint.

Wait. Wait. So you do know where it is.

Yeah, Manchester and Main.

Okay, so how about you two go get us three

some food for dinner tonight?

- Yeah. Done. - Cool.

See you soon.

- He just try to pull the Roscoe card? - Yeah!

I felt like he was trying

to revoke my black card.

You blew the over-and-under. I had you arriving a minute earlier.

Save the jokes and quips.

It's bad enough you screwed my brother.

Now you're trying to screw me?

Nobody's trying to screw you, Spencer.

Lose the paranoia.

I knew this was the only way you'd come see me.

Okay, great. Well, here I am.

Now let's cut the bullshit. What are they gonna cost me?

We need to discuss something first.

If we're not discussing rights, we're not discussing anything.

You sure? No interest in historical accuracy?

Well, it sounds like you're about to rewrite it.

I've been around this program a long time.

I came back here after I was done playing.

I know where all the bodies are buried.

And let me tell you something.

Nobody here ever tried to screw your family, Spencer.

Come on! The goddamn lies, they never stop!

- Your brother had problems. - Yeah, the problem was

you replaced him when he blew out his shoulder

winning you guys a goddamn Rose Bowl!

Yeah, and I felt bad about that.

I didn't expect to take over until he was done playing.

That was always the plan!

- That was bullshit. - It's the truth. You know what else?

It was losing that year of eligibility that really fucked him.

The NCAA ruled against him!

We, they, everybody else wanted him back!

- How you know that? - I did a little research.

Maybe out of guilt. But I found out that the school backed William.

They tried to reinstate him.

But in the end, the NCAA won out. They always do.

William couldn't handle it, started dropping Vikes.

My brother was depressed. He wasn't an addict.

You got that backwards, too. Dude ate pills like Gummi Bears.

Okay, so what's the point?

My point is, the system screwed William,

not the university.

I need you to know that before we go any further.

The FBS, the NCAA, the CFP, just a bunch of goddamn letters

hiding the kids who are putting in the real work,

who are sacrificing their bodies, sacrificing their minds.

They're not getting paid a goddamn thing,

just for the right to call themselves a scholar-athlete.

The whole goddamn system is a scam!

I feel your pain, brother.

But your anger needs to be directed at Indianapolis, not here at SC.

I'm not taking no for an answer. I want the TV rights.

Otherwise, you're gonna be watching Q play up in Eugene for the Ducks.

- Your call. - Two hundred million dollars.

That's the market price for a 10-year deal with us these days.

Well, thank you for the conversation.

You go fuck yourself,

and I hope you have a great flatscreen to watch that shit.

Is hosting always this stressful, Vern?

I don't know. I usually let Reggie handle all the festivities.

You think the other players will show up?

Of course, man.

Hey, don't sweat it. Everybody love you, Chuck.

Thanks, man. It's just, this is the first thing that I hosted

besides them little barbecues me and Julie do at the crib, you know.

- I'm gonna give you one bit of advice. - What's that?

- Make sure you pick up the tab. - Yeah, thanks.

Look, J and Ricky are here. I told you people would come.

Hey.

- Clean, ain't you? - What's going on, brother?

- Fellows. - The host with the most.

- How you doing? - I'm gonna kill you.

Ricky. Twice in one day.

Where's Mr. Kroenke?

Hey, I'm sorry. You know, he probably...

It's all good, Charles, man. No need to apologize.

- I'm just here for the truffle fries. - And the pre-free agent dinner.

What the hell would I know about free agency anyway?

- You are one? - That's right, I am!

Hey, Laurel and Hardy, you shut the fuck up.

Y'all ain't gonna jam me up

and make me feel uncomfortable at my own damn party.

Hey, what's wrong with y'all?

Whatever, asshole.

Get some truffle fries, Rick!

Relax.

You got some twisted business practices, J!

Hey, don't worry. You'll get used to them.

No, I hope not, damn it.

I take care of my friends, all right? Maybe you should try doing the same.

Now why don't you go chat up Kisan.

What about Ricky?

We're here for the same thing.

Goose, get up here. Now. Now.

- Jared. - What's up, man?

Hey, I want to introduce you to my favorite person.

- All right. - Come here.

Ricky!

I just said Manchester and Main. They were like, "Uh, no!"

Fuck with me.

Oh, God-fucking-damn it!

So this is what legitimate business is like.

Gotta take the good with the bad, Reg. Ain't all champagne and caviar.

I don't do no fish eggs.

But I'm starting to feel like

handling Vernon's laundry

is better than chasing these punks around.

Oh.

This just comes with the territory, man.

Rejection is a daily emotion for me.

Something I don't want to feel.

So what now?

We go and, what, put a hit out on them?

No. No.

We do what I did when I was pursuing my dead wife,

and she said no.

Go back for more.

Man, hand me the hot sauce.

I forgot it.

Fuck, yeah.

Good times, baby.

I don't usually get out to these functions that often.

- Yeah? - I'm home in bed by, like, 9:00,

watching Raging Bull or Harry Potter or something.

Did you say Harry Potter? No shit.

- Yeah, man. - I've seen all those movies.

- Really? - Swear to God, man.

You know what we should do, man?

We should get together and watch Harry Potter.

Yeah, man, let's do it.

- For real? - Yeah.

You got a magic wand?

Hey.

This franchise is the future of the league,

and Charles is just the guy to guide it.

That's nice of you to say, J. Yeah, things are coming together.

And the stadium's gonna be the eighth wonder of the world, believe me.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

Congrats on that. I can't lie to you, though.

I don't really give a shit about stadiums

and skyboxes and all that shit, man.

I'm a football player, not a real estate developer.

- I get it. I get it. - But congrats, though.

All right.

- I was a ballplayer too, remember? - Yeah.

Just wanted to give you a feel for where we're going.

Right. I want to give you a feel, too. I'm not feeling that move to slot.

- Really? - Like, at all, actually.

- Why not? - You know, it's like I said, man,

I'm all about the game, man.

The more I thought about it,

I started to realize that I was born a running back.

I am a running back.

And Lord willing, I'm gonna die a running back, too.

- A great running back. - Damn right.

What about career longevity?

Never really planned on playing longer than seven, eight seasons, maybe.

Shit, I'm taking a page out of Barry Sanders' book.

That's why he needs to get paid now.

Exactly, super agent.

So, I mean, if y'all got a spot at back,

and you can afford me, holla at J.

Him and Gurley, shock and awe.

- It's perfect. - For real, no doubt.

I'm getting up out of here, though, all right?

- All right. - My girl, she want bottle service.

And that shit, in LA, ain't cheap.

So y'all think about that when y'all talking them numbers, all right?

- Play nice. I'm out of here. - KT!

- I'm done. - Chill.

Things have never been better. Take a look.

Oh, yeah, yeah, real love connection with those two.

They were meant to be together. Just put Rick at the slot.

I can't afford to do that.

You've done great. Take a bow.

Don't fight it.

All right, fine, I'll take Ricky.

But it's on you to make Kisan understand this position thing

and make the money work, all right?

Consider it done.

Stop being so fucking calm about all of it!

Go look in your house! There's a note on your TV.

And all it says is "Dear Clarence" 'cause I couldn't write anymore.

So I just said, "Alabama, come clean and just tell him what's what.

"And if he tells you to go back to Drexl and fuck yourself,

"then go back to Drexl and fuck yourself."

Drexl? What's a Drexl?

Please shut up! I'm trying to come clean, okay?

I've been a call-girl for exactly four days...

- Close the door, dude. - ...and you're my third customer.

- What the fuck? - Hey, calm down, kid.

Yo, Q! Q.

- Shut up. Q. - Shit.

Sorry. It's a fucking movie, Okay?

I'll be right back.

And when it comes to relationships...

This is my favorite part.

- I'm 100%. - You're fucking with my vibe.

What the fuck is your vibe?

- I'm 100%. - Fucking movie night on campus?

Hey. You need to chill.

You're in the presence of greatness.

Steven Spielberg built these prestigious halls.

George Lucas, Ryan Coogler, Ron Howard, they all went here.

And now Quincy Crawford will, too.

Well, don't get too attached 'cause I got bad news.

I couldn't make the deal.

Why not?

They wanted too much money.

You're right. That is bad news, for you.

'Cause I'm coming in hot. I want to go to SC.

So, if I was you, I'd figure out a way to make the deal with them

'cause you and me already got one.