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There's more to poker than just the cards you're dealt.

Just as important, your ability to read your opponent's tells and habits

that give away what they're holding.

Whether it's acting weak when you're strong,

a cocky smile when you got squat,

or using the size of your stack for intimidation.

All in.

I call. I say you're bluffing, Coogan.

You in a hurry tonight, sir?

Actually, yes, I'm in a hurry. It's a matter of life and sex.

- Is there a problem? - At 75 miles per hour, no problem.

- At 150, big problem. - I was 150?

The dealer said this thing can go 200. This is broken. I'm taking this back.

License and registration.

License? That's a long story.

- Step out of the car. - I'm just thinking

there's got to be a way we can solve this.

What do you say to box seats? Sunday's game?

I'm a baseball fan myself.

Morning, Ma. I made pancakes.

- How much do you want? - Told you. Pancakes, obvious.

Winter and I were gonna go shopping for some True Religion jeans.

I just needed some deficit financing.

- All right. What's the damage? - Hundred and eighty-five dollars.

- What? - Well, Winter says

I'm the last person on Long Island under 40 who doesn't have a pair.

Will you tell Winter for me that you guys have an allowance?

If that's not enough to buy some overpriced denim,

then you can get a job.

Or you can be like Ray Jay and save up.

Hello?

You spend way more than me.

How come you always have money when I'm always broke?

I'm just a really good saver.

One hundred and fifty in a 55 mile per hour zone.

Wait. I thought his license was suspended for the DUI.

Yes, and this is why T.K. was placed under house arrest.

House arrest?

It was either that or cool his heels in jail.

The judge didn't wanna seem soft on celebs.

You're telling me I'm about to lose my number-one wide receiver?

Until we sort all this out, he can go to practices,

he can go to games, he can even go to therapy, but that's it.

This team's psyche is more fragile than my grandmother's hip joint.

It's been six years since we made the playoffs.

Every year, it's something, injuries, meltdowns, bad bounces.

Team's just starting to believe, and T.K. goes boneheaded on us.

Dr. Dani, you're supposed to be keeping T.K. in line.

I have not been able to talk to T.K. since last night's incident.

It's too late for talking now. Pittman's brought in a hired gun.

Speak of the devil.

Good morning.

Laura Radcliffe. JR&K Associates.

- Laura, you're in town. - Matt, it's good to see you.

Dr. Dani Santino, team therapist, Laura Radcliffe, team publicist.

- Nice to meet you. - Laura's been brought in

to sweep up the latest mess.

So the owner is concerned with the team's image.

He wants the golden boys, not the bad boys,

dominating the storyline.

Terrence King's time as the face of the Hawks has run its course.

We need to rebrand.

I'm sorry. Okay. Are we abandoning T.K.?

Not abandoning, minimizing

based on his string of poor choices.

He's working on that.

Well, perhaps not fast enough.

Pittman seems to be losing confidence that T.K.'s problems

are being handled adequately.

What's that supposed to mean?

I can only speculate, but the bottom line is

anything related to any of the players, professionally or personally,

including Mr. King, now goes through me.

I'm on a losing streak.

Like I said on the phone,

I've been blown out of my last five tourneys on day one.

Nico said he thought you could help me with my problem.

- Which is...? - I've got a tell.

Something I'm doing, the way that I'm reacting.

I don't know. But suddenly every other player's in my head.

When I got the nuts. When I got nothing.

Okay, and what exactly do you think that therapy can do for you?

Well, I want you to...

- find my tell. - I'm sorry. Your what?

Look, I've watched hours of myself on tape,

asked my crew, other players, but nobody's seen it.

Or if they have, they're not saying.

- Okay. Well, Mr. Coogan-- - Jason.

Jason. I'm a therapist.

I work with people in emotional crisis.

I'm just not sure that trying to find a poker tell

is a realistic goal for therapy.

- Is that--? - My car.

- I'm gonna call the police. - No, don't. It wasn't stolen. It was...

repossessed. Look,

I'm on a bigtime losing streak.

I just need a win. Please.

Help me. Help me start to win again.

Oh, thanks for the referral. Your friend Jason Coogan.

Coogan's not my friend. I knew his father.

- "Knew"? - We served together.

- Oh, SEALs? - No. Salads.

- What's all this? - Meet Bobby Caldwell.

Ms. Laura Radcliffe's new face of the Hawks.

I love kids. That's why I became a mentor to Isaac here.

I'm Bobby Caldwell, quarterback for the New York Hawks,

and I truly support Tru Guidance.

- Cut. Cut. - That's great.

Great job, Bobby. Great job.

Right.

- You don't like her. - What? I've only just met her.

When you don't like something or someone, you squint.

I squint? Yeah. No, I don't squint.

So they know each other.

When Ms. Radcliffe was in-house, she and your friend Matthew,

they were, you know.

- See, there it goes again. The squint. - What? No. You're squinting.

- Hey. Come here. - Oh, hi.

- Hey. - So, what do you think?

- About? - Bobby Caldwell.

- How was that? Do I look big? - The anti T.K.,

journeyman quarterback, doesn't drink or smoke,

never been arrested, married his high-school sweetheart.

Publicist's dream come true.

- Everybody has a dark side. - Not one I can't spin.

Listen, Matt and I are gonna have a "team T.K." strategy lunch tomorrow.

- You think you could join us? - Oh, sure.

Great. It's a date. Excuse me.

Oh, here. You wanna use these?

Well, you're just squinting like crazy.

I have such a migraine.

- Well, I hope it goes away. - Me too.

All right. We're getting close.

"Only Sport-E Boost can get you--"

"Only Sport-E Boost gets you back." Back?

Oh, hey. Hey. Doctor lady. Bobby Caldwell.

Saw you at the shoot this morning. The headshrinker.

I heard all about you. Locker room.

It's like a small town.

Like a very smelly small town.

What you working on there?

It's funny. I got 200 pages of plays down cold, right?

But for some reason, I can't get these five lines in my head.

I have got some fantastic memory techniques.

- As a matter of fact-- - Oh, no. No.

Don't need your help, doc. I don't have those kinds of problems.

- Okay. - Besides, therapy's for wide receivers.

- I'll see you around, doc. - See you around.

"Only Sport-E Boost can get you--"

Bobby Caldwell is replacing me for Sport-E Boost?

Dude doesn't even have a nickname. I got four.

Sport-E Boost?

It's an energy drink.

My people have been working on this for months. Major coin, all right?

And here comes Bobby Cottontail.

When you're scoring touchdowns, everybody wants a piece.

"T.K., sign this poster."

"T.K., sign my titties."

You make one mistake.

- One mistake? - Yes. One.

Okay, maybe more than one. But you got to admit.

I make this look good.

Slap some blizz-ing on that thizz-ing, call Diddy,

have him market it.

This could be a hot, new thing. Tanklets. "For the summer."

Okay, fine. I guess I'm not, you know,

as marketable as goody good-ass Bobby Caldwell.

But I'm cool. Like what's wrong with me?

There's nothing wrong with you.

It's just that there are consequences to the decisions that we make in life.

And you get arrested, the consequences may be

that Sport-E Boost does not want to have you on their bottle.

Well, screw Sport-E Boost.

- Pretty cool, right? - Way cool, man.

Look, he even signed it.

It's probably worth more now that he was arrested.

That was under my bed. What are you doing with my stuff?

What are you doing with these sunglasses?

These are worth like 2 grand.

- How did you get all the Hawks swag? - Yeah. Signed by Terrence King?

I've been getting autographed merch from T.K. and selling it. So?

- I knew you were up to something. - Ray Jay, that's awesome.

Wait. How do you know Terrence King?

Well, I just hang out with him, you know?

Winter, you can have this one.

T.K. wore it when he scored the winning TD against New England last week.

- Thanks. - No problem.

Gotta run. The step-monster's here. See you later, Linds.

- Bye. - Bye, Ray Jay.

Later, Winter.

Mom is going to be crushed

when she finds out the truth about her only son, her firstborn.

- What do you want? - My new jeans.

No. Not gonna happen. My deal, my money.

Okay, I'll just tell Mom what you and your BFF T.K. are doing.

That's fine by me.

- Okay. You earn 10%. - Fifty. Or I text Mom right now.

Okay. Just remember, you're my silent partner.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

Two watermelon, a couple root beer and three spotted ones.

- Those are cotton candy. - Those are disgusting.

Well, I like them, so call.

- Two pair, eights and fours. - Three of a kind, jacks.

This is unbelievable. I can't even beat a Long Island therapist.

Well, to be fair, I am not a total novice. I used to play with my mother.

How about you? How did you start playing?

My father taught me, autoworker.

Didn't have a pot to piss in but was a decent guy.

I used to bring beers down to him and his friends

when they'd play in the basement.

One night, while he was in the bathroom,

I sat down and by the time he got back,

I'd taken all his friends' money. Two chocolates.

- Call. - That he found hilarious.

He wasn't as thrilled when I decided to do it for a living,

- said it was gambling. - Isn't it?

You know what's gambling?

Dropping 100 G's on a crappy English degree.

Jane Austen ain't gonna get you a job in today's world.

Poker made me rich. Two coconut.

I am going to raise you two peanut butter and jelly.

Call.

I was on quite a run too, winning tournaments,

making a name for myself. Even met a girl, Rachel, my fiancée.

And then last year the walls fell in.

Doctors told me I had mesothelioma.

It's a rare form of lung cancer, which I beat,

but the bills spun me out financially.

And then two weeks later, my sister died.

IED explosion in Afghanistan.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

You know, I see what you're doing.

You play cards with Coogan, get him to spill the beans,

literally and figuratively.

Look, lady, I'm not here to get shrink-wrapped.

I'm here about poker.

All in.

- Call. - Bullets, queen kicker.

- Bullets, king kicker. - Oh, come on. What?

What is it? Is it the way that I'm betting?

How I'm holding my cards? What I'm saying? What?

Jason, we are sitting in my office. We are playing with jelly beans.

There are no real stakes here.

And it is unlikely that your tell is gonna manifest itself

in a therapeutic environment.

So what? A real game with real pressure?

- That would help? - I don't know. It might.

- Fine. Then I'll get us in a real game. - Oh, I don't know about that.

Look, Great Santino,

I got a tournament in AC in two weeks,

and if I lose there, I'm toast.

That's the last of my stash. You understand?

You got to fix me.

The best was at Whistler.

No, it was Aspen, Matt, New Year's Eve, when I got that call.

From a very famous hockey player who...

Let's just say, you'd be surprised

how many hookers can fit in the trunk of a Porsche.

All alive, of course.

The guy's wife beat the hell out of him with a hockey stick

when she opened that trunk.

And Laura had engineered a graceful mea culpa

who got said hockey goalie out of hot water.

So the reason I wanted this lunch today was not to bore you with war stories.

- It's to talk T.K. - Oh, okay. Yes. Talk away.

I was hoping you could fill me in as to your objective.

- My objective? - Yeah.

Have you ever been to a therapist?

No, I come from more

of a "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" kind of family.

Things don't go your way, you just snap out of it.

Yeah. Some people, they can't just snap themselves out of things.

I think what Laura's trying to say, and I don't mean to speak for her,

is that we all have T.K.'s best interest at heart.

And I think she just wants to know how she can be most helpful in that regard.

Thank you.

Guys, I got to take this. Sorry.

Hey, Coach. Yeah.

T.K. is pretty upset about that Sport-E Boost account

being funneled to Bobby Caldwell, right?

You're gonna have to ask him.

Look, star wide receiver or not,

Marshall Pittman has made a substantial investment in Terrence King

and right now, he's questioning the value of that investment.

You've confused me with someone who looks at people like they're dollar signs.

My job is to help Terrence King with his emotional health.

All I'm saying is that Pittman is sending a message and I'm delivering it.

Hopefully, T.K. can hear it from you.

Oh, no. I don't deliver messages to my clients.

So is it publicists you don't like or just publicists who have slept with Matt?

What did I miss?

- Nothing. - Nothing.

So, what do you think, the Becky Titans or the Gemmas?

Gemmas. Hey, does Ray Jay still have a crush on Julie Clarke?

Hello, we're talking True Religion, not true dork.

Sorry. But your brother's hot, Linds.

Look, Winter, my brother has a different girl for every day of the week,

so he's not really the settling-down type, if you know what I mean.

Well, he invited me to go with you guys to the stadium on Sunday.

Hope that's okay.

Yeah. Sure.

- Where are we exactly? - A house.

Whose house?

Nobody's at the moment, which is why it was chosen.

You wanted a real game? This is a real game.

This does not feel real legal.

It's a floating game. It moves around every month.

Some of these guys are sharks, some are fish.

You wanted to see me under pressure? Well, here it is. Yo.

Buy-in's 5.

- Five hundred? - Thousand.

- Five thousand dollars? Oh, nope. - Relax. I staked you.

What do you mean you staked me? With what money?

I have credit here. Just play the way you did in your office, you'll be fine.

Yeah, but this isn't my office and these are not jelly beans.

I am paying for therapy. This is part of my therapy. We play.

- What's this, 100? - Thousand.

All in.

Come on.

That's it. I'm out.

I am out too. Color me up.

- You busy? - Yeah. Always. Come on in.

So I was wondering if you'd come to Caldwell's Sport-E Boost pitch.

Having you there demonstrates that the team is fully behind Bobby

- as the new face of the Hawks. - Sure.

You need me there, I'll be there.

Afterwards, dinner?

- You, me, and Caldwell? - Three's a crowd.

I don't think so.

Are you involved with someone?

- Dani? - Dani and I are just friends.

Are we?

- Just friends? - Laura, you left for San Francisco.

You made the decision to take off, not me, not we.

I know, and that was a mistake. Well, not a mistake--

Look, we had fun. And no hard feelings,

but I don't think I wanna move backwards when there's no forward.

This is not my nature. I'm just gonna put my cards on the table.

I didn't just come back to New York for business.

I'll be here for a few weeks and I'm willing to stay longer.

Look, Jason, what I saw the other night was a man playing to lose, not to win.

You don't have a tell.

But what you do have

is enough stress in your life to send anyone--

- I'm not throwing my game. - I'm not saying

that you would lose intentionally.

But subconsciously,

is there anything that's changed recently

that might make you feel undeserving?

I'm losing. That's what's changed.

The only one that matters is my fiancée, Rachel.

But I mean, she's got the patience of Job.

She loves me for who I am, winning or not.

So she's supportive?

Yeah.

She got me through Meg's death, my cancer treatments.

Jason, would it be possible for Rachel to come in?

- I think that she could shed some light-- - No. No. You leave Rachel out of this.

I get the feeling that there's something that you wanna tell me,

but you are holding back. Am I right?

Dr. Santino, I'm an awful person.

- Do you need to get that? - No. Don't worry. Go on.

Mom.

Mom, I'm sorry. There's two scary guys at our front door.

Just give me two seconds. Okay?

- Can I help you? - We're looking for Jason Coogan.

- And who are you exactly? - Friends.

You don't look very friendly.

Do you have a business card?

Okay. Why don't you leave your number in my mailbox,

and if I happen to run into Mr. Coogan, I will see that he gets it?

Okay? Bye, now.

Just tell Coogan we have some therapeutic advice for him.

He's got 24 hours to make good or things will get real bad.

Have a nice night.

Jason?

I am telling you, it was right out of The Sopranos.

They show up at my door. They threaten my client. They threaten me.

I only made the referral as a favor, so drop the client.

No. I can't do that.

Coogan is in serious trouble and he needs help.

- I'm concerned for his safety. - I'm concerned for your safety.

I'll try to track down some leads. In the meantime,

I'm gonna send Xeno to your house, just in case Coogan's friends

- are considering a repeat performance. - Okay. Thank you.

So the Caldwell Sport-E Boost pitch is all set.

I'm actually gonna go as an insurance policy.

You know, just to show my support.

Oh, for Caldwell or for Laura?

I know that that lunch the other day was probably a little awkward.

Hey, who you date or don't date or frankly,

used to date is none of my business, yeah?

Good to know. Yeah.

I know. Like, Mr. Sweeney is the worst math teacher. Right? He's brutal.

If you wanna get on Sweeney's good side, do the extra-credit homework.

If you geek out, he'll go easy on you on the tests.

You guys gonna help me unload here or what?

No, no. There's plenty. Just start making eye contact with the people.

Hi there.

Authentic Terrence King signed memorabilia.

If you want it, we got it.

- This is gonna be so rad. - Yeah, so rad.

This was hard work. Hey, I'm thirsty.

You have this under control, right, Linds?

Come on. I'll buy you a soda.

Hey.

Do you have anything signed by Terrence King?

- I'd pay big bucks for that. - Yeah. Signed Hawks Jersey.

- Two hundred bucks. - Sweet. I'll take it.

- Trust me. It's a steal. - Yeah, I bet.

Stadium security. I'm gonna need you to come with me.

This is my third strike. Mom's gonna ground me for life

- with no chance of parole. - Will you chill out?

I can't believe you told them Winter wasn't involved.

- Pretty smooth, huh? - You could've said I wasn't involved.

Yeah, that could've worked, but you sold the guy the jersey.

Mom can't know about this.

If she finds out that T.K. was giving me stuff...

Don't worry. I'm sure she'll blame me, like always.

I'm always grounded and you always win.

- What? - You go out to bars with T.K.

He even bought you a new car. You don't even get caught.

If I even look the wrong direction, I get detention.

Everybody loves Ray Jay, even my own freaking best friend.

Our head of security would like to have a chat with you guys.

Thanks. Where did you get this stuff?

It was in a box in our garage collecting dust.

- And T.K. doesn't know you're selling it? - No, sir.

You know why I never lie?

Because lies are very difficult to keep track of.

It's much easier to tell the truth.

So let's try this again.

- Yeah. T.K. knows. - Right. Right.

- Are you gonna tell our mom? - No. No. You are.

- Yo. - Matt. You look great.

Thanks. How you feeling?

Prepped, pumped, ready to rock. This should be fun.

You nail this, it's just the beginning for Bobby Caldwell.

- Beginning of what? - You're not just Bobby Caldwell

from small-town Idaho anymore. Today, Sport-E Boost.

Tomorrow, Reebok, T-Mobile.

- Maybe even your own cologne. - Oh, that ought to smell good.

You keep playing the way you're playing,

and you're not gonna be able to walk into Times Square

without seeing your own smiling face staring at you 60 feet tall in the air.

Okay, it's go time.

Okay, but first, I gotta go. Bathroom.

- Pregame jitters? - A little bit.

Don't worry, man. You're gonna nail it.

Coogan borrowed a lot of money, apparently.

How do you find this stuff out?

Well, if I told you, I'd have to kill you.

He couldn't keep up with the vig. Vig is--

- Interest on the loan. Yes. I know. - Right.

- You've met my mother, Nico. - Yes.

- But we still don't know where he is. - I have some leads.

My client's life might be in danger. I don't have time for leads.

- We need to call the police now. - Police. No.

Never amounts to anything good.

I promise. I will find Coogan

and I will deliver him to you safe and sound. Trust me.

Hello? Matt? What's going on?

Bobby said he was going to the bathroom, but never came back.

We found him locked in the conference room

where the fine folks from Sport-E Boost are meeting us in 14 minutes.

- He asked to talk to you. - To me?

Well, he called you "the headshrinker."

Okay. Where is he?

- Hey. Hold. Are you alone? - Yes.

All right, all right.

Okay, Bobby, what's going on?

I have a problem.

Okay. And that problem is...?

Being the face of the Hawks.

I'm not who they think I am.

Well, we all feel like frauds sometimes.

But I don't think that anyone expects you to be anything but you.

I'm not so sure about that.

You see, there was kind of a reason why I kept a low profile all these years.

- I have some issues. - Okay.

- You wanna talk about them? - No.

But unfortunately, somebody else would.

Okay. See...

This was sent to me a few hours ago...

by an old friend.

Oh, Bobby.

Bobby said it was okay for me to show you this so that we could strategize.

- I'm trying to figure out exactly-- - What's going on? Yeah.

- It took me a few minutes as well. - How many women are there?

Counting by legs, I would say at least two, possibly three.

- And none of these women are-- - Are his wife? No.

- Oh, I have a migraine. - Bobby wants out.

He's afraid that with more celebrity comes more scrutiny,

and he wants to keep his private life away

from the public and from the team.

- Wait. Is that frosting? - No. That is pudding.

I can spin a lot of things but I can't spin pudding.

It makes T.K. look like a Jonas Brother.

Sorry.

Bobby has food poisoning and has to leave.

Punting strategy that's worked for me on occasion.

Matt.

Bobby has food poisoning.

Someone I thought you'd like to meet, person who knows Jason Coogan best.

Hey, you must be his fiancée, Rachel.

No. I'm his sister, Meg.

Jason told me that his sister died.

Well, I'm very much alive.

IED explosion in Afghanistan.

Rare form of lung cancer. An autoworker. I'm an awful person.

Hey, doc.

Jason. You've been gone for three days. Where were you?

- You figured out my tell. - You spoke to your sister, huh?

Sister. Yeah.

Now listen, I can explain.

That woman that you spoke to, she gets confused sometimes.

You can stop now, Jason.

I have another half-sister who was in Afghanistan, Margaret.

I know. It's weird. They have the same name.

- Did you ever have cancer? - Yeah, I mean, a form of it.

But I'm in remission.

And Margaret, who we used to call "Meg," did die in Afghanis--

I'm just trying to tell you the truth.

I know you're trying.

The other day, before those men showed up,

you said something to me. Do you remember what that was?

You said, "I'm an awful person."

And it sounds like you feel incredible guilt.

And I think that that guilt

comes from a condition called pseudologia fantastica.

You're a compulsive liar.

No, no. Let me just...

If you just let me tell you how it really is.

I will. I will let you tell me whatever you like.

I will listen to you. I will be here.

But if you don't stop, you'll keep losing.

And not just at poker, but at everything.

It's been like this ever since I was a kid.

I would open my mouth,

and what would come out, stories.

You know, stories I couldn't stop.

It's probably why I found poker, huh?

Where else could a guy get rich bluffing?

The cancer?

Autoworker dad?

Attorney on Wall Street.

Hey, my name is Jason Coogan.

There you go.

Rachel is my fiancée.

One true thing in my life.

But she doesn't know anything real about me.

I spent the last six months lying to her.

Not coincidentally, the same time that your game went into the toilet.

Can you help me?

Treatment for your condition includes hypnotherapy,

cognitive-behavioral therapy.

It can be managed.

And as for Rachel...

Just tell me where to start.

- Okay. That felt great. Thanks. Let's go. - Go back over there.

- What? Why? - You avoided all eye contact with her.

You're still lying to Rachel, Jason.

I want you to go back over there,

and I want you to actually tell her the truth.

Now that looks like the truth.

I'm sorry. I'm just telling you the truth.

T.K. is my client.

You cannot be out there selling signed memorabilia that he gave you.

I get it. It won't happen again.

Is there anybody else involved in this monumental act of stupidity?

It was just me.

I'm the only stupid one.

Yeah. Well, you realize how grounded you're gonna be, yeah?

- Yeah. - Scatter.

- You owe me. - I do.

You seem awfully chipper.

You'll never guess who was blowing up my agent's phone last night.

- Sport-E Boost. - Okay.

Apparently, this Laura person

convinced them that they could actually benefit from my colorful lifestyle.

You know what their slogan is? "Get you back in the game."

But I'm gonna say no.

And why is that?

Why the hell would I want them if they didn't want me?

- What? - I didn't say anything.

But you looked it.

- Your look tells me everything. - How about this?

Why don't you tell me what my look told you?

You're thinking,

"Of course he cares.

Like, why would he keep bringing it up over and over and over and over again

if he didn't?"

Is that what I'm thinking? Or...?

Maybe that is what I'm thinking.

And maybe I am lying to myself, so, yeah.

And maybe I don't need your ass if I'm doing all the talking.

Quick question. You think they would actually be cool

with shooting the commercial at my house?

If you're gonna do it, do it in style. You know what I'm saying?

All in.

All right. What were you playing?

Broadway? Kings? Bullets?

Oh, you know, something like that.

You got Coogan winning again.

He's in the finals in Vegas. He's set a wedding date.

That's great. Unless his bookie gets to him first.

That won't be a problem anymore. I took care of it.

You're a good friend to have if you're being hunted down

by mobsters or thugs or aliens from another planet.

By the way, thank you for helping out Ray Jay.

I hope you went easy on both of them. They're good kids.

- What? - Ray Jay covered for Lindsay.

I knew she was involved.

So why didn't you call him out?

Sometimes parents need to know when to hold them

and when to fold them.

And sometimes kids just need to win.

See you.

Were you ever a kid?

Yep.

But I didn't have a mom quite like you.