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Previously on Necessary Roughness:

He brought a gun?

When you're ready to reach
for that hand, it's right here.

- Ray Jay?
- Oh, my God.

Am I not entitled to some
privacy around here?

Ma.

That was really close.

Sneaking around is hot.

Gabrielle's filing for divorce.
She's going after the Hawks.

- You know Marshall Pittman?
- Yeah, he's an eccentric media mogul.

Owns networks, teams,
including the New York Hawks.

- Marshall?
- Nico.

We all take precautions in life
to keep us from harm's way...

knee pads, helmets, life insurance.

But let's face it. There's only so much
we can do to protect ourselves.

No matter how hard we try...

Here we go. New York Dolls
and Georgia Bee-Atches.

There's no such thing
as a perfect defense.

Lucille Ballz
is coming up the side.

What a hit.
Tipper Over just clocked Lucille Ballz.

And DisGrace Kelly is down.

Did she get hit?

What the hell is wrong
with DisGrace Kelly?

Dalmore single Highland malt.

It's a gift from Mark Cuban.

We were sport fishing
off the coast of Venezuela.

- None for me.
- It's a must.

Not like the swill
we used to drink in Singapore.

Oh, it did the job.

When have either of us ever been satisfied
with things that just did the job?

We are both afflicted
with a taste for the best.

Whiskey.

Travel.

- Women.
- Okay.

Is that what you want
to talk about? Gabrielle?

- Then let's talk about it.
- I don't want to talk.

- I want to drink.
- That's not why I'm here.

The question is why you're here.

Other than to exact
some sort of revenge.

That's the thing with exquisite
thoroughbreds like Gabrielle.

Even when we think
we're enough for them,

deep down...

we know we're not.

I thought you didn't want
to talk about it.

Gabrielle will do whatever it
takes to get what she wants.

She wants the one thing in this world
that means more to me than money.

My team, the New York Hawks.

I will protect this team by any means
necessary. That's where you come in.

Are you with me...

old friend?

Why? Just give me a reason.

Really?
Because I gave you about 10.

You're not gonna be alone
in this house with Olivia.

Because you don't
want us to do it here.

Do it again.
When you're supposed to be studying?

Ray Jay, she took advantage of you.

She violated
the tutor-tutee relationship.

We-- You just made that up.

No, it goes way back
to the ancient Greeks.

So look it up,
while you're studying by yourself.

- Dad thinks you're overreacting.
- Oh, really?

Because this is my house, my rules,

so while you're living here,
you're gonna respect those rules.

- Understand each other?
- Yeah. Loud and clear.

And ridiculous.

You're on my side, aren't you?

I talked to your doorman.
I know you're here.

T. Let's cut the bullshit.

You skipped two training sessions,
two therapy sessions,

and I am not leaving
until you open the door.

I've got all day.

- Come in?
- May as well.

I ain't going out there.

That's you?

DisGrace Kelly?

I know. It sounds like a tatted-out chick
with pink hair or something, right?

Everyone in derby has an alter ego.

It's like the toughest part of yourself
is what you put on the track at night.

And what about during the day?

I'm Grace Denise Charleston,
manager at a software firm.

Derby's where my heart is.

Those girls are like family to me.

- What about your real family?
- Boston, suburbs.

My dad's a lawyer.
Mom's a full-time drunk.

My brother's a psycho frat boy
and my sister's in a wheelchair.

We're like the Royal Tenenbaums,
minus the royal part.

Tell me why you're here today.

Like I said on the phone...

something weird happened
during last week's bout.

It was an odor
that made you collapse?

The team owner ran tests.

They found nothing.
No chemicals, no toxic substances.

Anybody else have that reaction?
Smell anything?

No.

Look...

I'm the team captain.

And next week, we're playing
for national championships.

The team owner, Nitro, won't let me back
on the track until my head is straight.

When I collapsed,
I took other skaters down with me.

Everyone keeps saying
that the smell was in my head.

How can I smell something
if it's not even there?

- So how bad is he?
- Think Howard Hughes,

minus the nails.
Won't come out of his apartment.

Not even for therapy.

So last week, he nearly goes
Dirty Harry at a fan convention.

This week, he's got a case
of lock-me-up-and-throw-away-the-key?

The guy took two bullets
eight weeks ago.

We can't blame him
for wanting to lay low a little bit.

It's agoraphobia.

Classic symptom of PTSD.
We have to be patient.

PTSD, my ass.

The deadline for pulling the trigger
on his roster bonus is next week.

That's $7 million to a player
who was the focal point of our offense.

Now we have no idea
if the man can even run a 40-yard dash.

I'll get him there.

Yeah, I better break
the news to the GM.

Don't bother.
I just took him out back and shot him.

As of 11:15 this morning, Curtis Pierce,
general manager of the New York Hawks,

was relieved of his duties.

Hello, Coach.

- Donnally.
- Sir.

And you must be the headshrinker.

You must be...

Marshall Pittman,
owner of the New York Hawks.

And as of 11:16 this morning,

the new general manager.

Let's go find my office,

shall we?

Trash it.

The board wants to discuss
you naming yourself GM?

Nothing to discuss.
Decision's been made.

Now, when can I see
Terrence King run?

Players haven't even
officially reported yet.

- Terrence started his rehab.
- Still recuperating from the shooting.

Yeah, but T.K.'s got a big bonus pending.
I gotta pull the trigger.

Look, Mr. Pittman, obviously,

you want your star wide receiver to be
in top physical and emotional condition.

We can get him there.
It's gonna take a little time.

Time, Donnally,

is the one commodity I can't afford.

I either have to pay Terrence King
$7 million by the end of next week,

or cut him from my roster.

Look, I'm not unreasonable.
I'm not suggesting you run him tomorrow.

Friday's fine.

It's crazy, Nico.

Well, it's not your $7 million.

Look, if Pittman wants to talk
to T.K.'s doctors, fine,

but don't put him out on
the field when he's not ready.

The pressure of a tryout, in his
state of mind, it's a recipe for disaster.

We can't even get T.K.
out of his apartment, let alone out here.

Consider that handled.

Why don't I like the sound of that?

Give me one good reason
I should leave.

I'll give you 7 million, your bonus.

- I don't feel safe.
- I'm gonna get you protection.

I got that.
I don't need that. I got peeps.

I'm talking about discreet
and professional protection.

People that can watch you
24 hours a day, seven days a week.

- They do windows too?
- That's so funny.

- This.
- Cookies?

Yes or no, Terrence?
On the protection.

Give me the rest of them.

Come on. Let's go.
Hand them over, all of them.

Okay.

What the--?
And whatever you're sitting on.

Come on.
It's not my first rodeo. Let's go.

Oh, okay. Nice.

You figure if the Glock
doesn't stop them, the nunchucks will?

Worked for Bruce Lee. Happy now?

I will be when I find out who gives you
illegal and unlicensed firearms.

Serial numbers scratched off,
kind of a giveaway.

After happy hour, if you look
straight across, you can see bosoms.

I'll connect the dots on my own.

Dirk and Conrad,
your new babysitters.

Please, get dressed.

Mr. King.

Ankle down, what are you doing?

Oh, my God.

Is the point of the game
to kill each other?

- Seems like it, right?
- Yes.

There's two teams
of five on the track.

There's four blockers and a jammer,
our version of the running back.

The jammer's job is to get
through the opposing blockers,

and for every skater she passes,
she gets a point.

The biggest rule in derby,
don't be a douche.

That's funny, because
that's a rule in my life too.

Oh, Nitro Glitterin, this is Dr. Santino.
Nitro's our team owner.

- Pleasure.
- You ever been?

- To a derby bout?
- No, I haven't.

Fastest-growing
women's sport in America.

Oh, Grace.

How are you, mama?
When you coming back, bitch?

I'm working on it.
This is Lucille Ballz.

- Dr. Santino.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- All right.

Get her fixed in the head real soon,
because we can't win without her.

I'll see you next week
at the champs.

I've got execs coming in

from two sports networks
to see the champs bout next week,

and there's a $2 million
TV contract riding on this.

I told Grace, whatever it takes
to get her back on track,

and back on my track, that's fine.

But I got to know
this isn't gonna happen again.

Team meeting in the locker room. Let's go.

So we're trying to figure out what
triggered the episode that you had.

Sometimes, revisiting
the scene brings up details

that the person
may have repressed.

Go back to that night. You just
take me through what happened.

Okay.

It was the first jam of the bout.

And we all lined up, as usual.

The jam started.

Everything seemed normal.
I was Luci's blocker.

I went up ahead
to clear a path for her.

And that's when Tipper nailed her,

a blocker for the other team.

She hit Luci so hard,
she skidded her off the track.

I couldn't see her.

- Couldn't see Luci?
- I started to panic.

Because I didn't know where she was.
I didn't know what happened to her.

And then from nowhere,
was this smell...

overwhelming, toxic fumes.

I... I can't breathe.

I collapse.

What happened to me, Dr. Santino?

I'm not quite sure yet.

But we are going to figure it out.

Ray Jay, stop.

What? We too close to your house?
I can move the car.

Come on. This is ridiculous.

I mean, doing it in a car?

It's so high school.

Yeah, but we're in high school.

Okay.

Maybe we can go to your house.

Or maybe you should tell your mom
to stop treating us like children.

I mean, come on. Like she wasn't
doing it when she was our age?

Oh, no, no, no.

- No, no, no.
- Okay. Okay.

I will not be banned
from my boyfriend's house,

no matter how hot he is.

Okay, so what do you want
your hot boyfriend to do about it?

I want you to stick up for us.

I'm not interested in dating a boy.

I'm interested in dating a man.

No, no, the kids are gone for the night.

Matt, how far away are you?

Okay, good.

Yeah, I can't wait.

I'm a little distracted,
but I won't be when you get here.

You little tease.

What, are you here the whole time,
sitting in the driveway?

Is this a bad time?

I gotta take a rain check.

So...

this is where the magic happens.

I take it that you've
never been in therapy.

Aside from some ill-fated marriage
counseling, I am a therapy virgin.

But I'm game if you are.

Mr. Pittman--

Call me Marshall.

Marshall.

I'm assuming that you have
some pressing issues--

I need some feedback
on my personnel.

Coach.
He's a little OCD, don't you think?

And Donnally, the trainer, I hear some
gym equipment has gone missing.

I'm thinking klepto.

- I wouldn't know. They're not my patients.
- But Terrence King is.

I'm a therapist.
I can't talk to you about my patients.

You are aware that I have to make
a decision about T.K.'s future soon.

A 7-million-dollar decision.

Just as you are aware that my patients'
records are confidential.

You're not scared of me, are you?

- Should I be?
- Well, I am your boss.

And with the financial
pressures of a divorce...

I see you've done
your homework on me.

I was talking about my divorce.

Since we seem to have stumbled
on some common ground,

what say we pop open
this Mouton Rothschild

and gripe about our exes?

Well, that would be a no.

- To T.K.'s records and to the wine.
- Shame.

I do like to get to know
my employees personally.

While they're still working for me,

that is.

I love my job.
And I care about the players.

But I'm not a game player.

So if you're gonna fire me over this,

feel free to do it right now.

Well, then.

I guess the next move is mine.

1974.

I hope you and whatever
friend you were expecting

enjoy it.

I'll let myself out.

I'm looking for Derrick Liston.

Derrick's out of town on business.

And you're his sister, right? Zetty?

- What's this about?
- Back off of T.K.

Last I checked, T.K. was a big boy,

picked his own friends.

Friends don't give
other friends dirty guns.

Least he didn't walk out that convention
with two pieces of lead in him.

We came up with Terrence.
We know how to protect him.

You mean you.
Derrick's upstate, Attica.

You handled the guns.

I'd hate to see you end up
behind bars like your brother.

Interesting choice.

The average age
of consent in Europe is 16.

Romeo and Juliet,
their parents kept them apart.

Look what happened to them.

You're fighting biology.

- Not to mention Shakespeare.
- Let me get this straight.

Are you asking permission
to have sex in my house?

That's the topic sentence, yes.

Where would you like us to go?
The woods?

To a flea bag motel?

Mom, the truth is,
you're not gonna stop us.

So why live in denial
and put us at further risk,

when the safest place for us
is right here in our own home?

Yeah.

I appreciate this mature attempt
to change my mind. I really do.

It's awfully impressive.

- So does that mean--?
- Absolutely not.

Because as compelling as that was,
you are not an adult yet.

Because I'm like, what,

- nine months away from being 18?
- Ray Jay.

There is this emotional connection
that should go along with sex.

You and Olivia barely
even know each other.

I feel like it would be
irresponsible of me

to promote something
that I don't approve of.

Not to mention something that Olivia's
mother also probably doesn't approve of.

Yeah? Well, she's way
cooler than you. So...

I'm sure she is.

Good. Good. Good.

Come on, drive, drive, drive.
There you go.

Come on, drive, drive, drive.

All right. Your speed's good.
Your speed's good, man.

Lateral movement's the last to come.

You'll get it all back and more.
You'll be faster.

Yeah, especially with my cheerleaders.
Conrad, drop it like it's hot.

Dirk. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle.

- Listen. Nothing.
- Nothing, huh? Damn.

We're 10 weeks out
from mini-camp, all right?

We got time, but we got to work.
All right? No slacking.

Grab a drink and let's hit the ladder.
Okay?

I'm done for today.

No, T, we just said no slacking. Come
on, man. Now's the time. We got to go.

Yeah, well, this horse is done running.

Sense memory?

It's memory of a trauma
from your past

that causes you to have
a physical reaction in your present.

Sensory memories can be to sight,
sounds, or in your case...

A smell.

And you think Luci
getting hurt was a trigger?

It appears so.

What's your relationship like with Luci?

She's my derby wife.

It's the skater that you're tightest with,
who has your back.

- So, you're not...?
- No.

More like a sister than anything else.

Does your relationship with Luci

bring up memories
of anyone else in your life?

- Maybe your sister?
- Definitely not. No.

We were tight when we were little,
like any kids, jungle gym, coloring,

but I see her twice a year now.

No one else comes to mind?

I can't think of anyone
that reminds me of Luci.

It's your conscious mind
not wanting to make a connection.

So now what?

How do you feel about hypnosis?

Hola, Donnally.

Scotch in the drawer.

Help yourself.
Oh, wait. You already have.

We have got to work
on refining your palate.

I've had paint thinner
with more character than this.

No. I'm on the clock.

Old-school. Business first.
Like the Yakuza.

You're not Japanese, are you?

How did the workout go?

Who, T.K.? Well, you saw him.

I need a professional opinion.

Well, I thought he looked
great, considering.

He's ahead of his timeline.

But, as you saw, still some work to do.

You ever play the ponies?

- I need a number.
- This isn't a horse.

I can't give you the odds
of a person's recovery.

What I can tell you
is what you already know.

T.K. is a rare talent. Players like
him don't come around very often.

Or get shot in the lung and leg.

No.

Let me tell you this.

Terrence King on one leg

is better than 95%
of the receivers in this league.

You want a number?

There's your number.

If I don't see the goods,
then I'm not paying for them.

Either T.K. is good to go
on Friday, or he's done.

He could do anything

to anyone just for sport.

He could, and he does.

But he won't do it to you. Trust me.

He knows that you have saved
his team's ass plenty of times.

What I do want to know is what's
going on between him and Nico.

Is there some complicated
history there with those two?

- Complicated?
- Yeah.

Oh, no.

That's probably Pittman
trying to sleep with you again.

You're funny.

No, no. It's Ray Jay.

He's spending the night
at his friend's house instead of Ray's.

- You mean at his girlfriend's house?
- God, no.

- What kind of mother do you think I am?
- A naive one.

Dani, come on. The kid's 17. He's got a
girlfriend who wants to have sex with him.

Like, she's begging him for sex.
"Ray Jay, please have sex with me."

You said he couldn't do it in the house.

By the laws of manhood,

you're forcing
the kid to impeach himself.

Ray Jay wouldn't lie to me
about something like this.

You know what?

I happen to have a handy little app
that will locate his phone

and prove to you
that he is, in fact, at...

- You should go. Yep.
- What? No.

I am gonna go get that little Romeo,
and he is gonna wish he drank poison.

You are grounded for a month.
Give me your keys.

You didn't say anything
about Olivia's house.

Oh, and her mom did?

Well, she found that PowerPoint
very persuasive, Mom.

- Ray Jay, you lied to me.
- Well, I tried not to, okay?

- Look where that got me.
- Give me your damn keys.

You're a hypocrite.

Don't pretend you
weren't doing this in high school.

- Objection. Irrelevant.
- Completely relevant, okay?

Sex is normal.
Dad's not freaking out about this.

- What are you so worried about?
- You really want to know?

Okay. It's all fun and games until
you get your little girlfriend pregnant.

Right? Then what?

You're 17. You can't get
into a good college

because, yeah. Guess what.
You knocked up your SAT tutor.

Oh, and then you're working
at some greasy fast-food joint,

but it's not enough for baby food
and car seats and diapers.

And you get desperate.
"Oh, officer,

I'm sorry I was stealing those peaches.
I'm just a teen baby daddy."

And then next thing you know,
you're doing 15 to life in Sing Sing.

- You're saying sex leads to prison.
- Yes, I am. Put it in your PowerPoint.

Why don't you just say it?

Just say you don't want me
to end up like you and Dad.

Knocked up, young,

and in a crappy marriage.

I'm just trying to protect you.

Maybe you can't.

Son of a bitch. I can't even
run a 5-yard slant, man.

We're good.
We're good for today.

You stretch it out, give it a little
ice massage, we're done. All right?

Look, man, the game's
80% mental. This will come.

Pittman's sweating me
like a hooker in church,

so how am I supposed
to be all mental?

Fortunately, you know somebody
that can help you with that.

There she is, Oprah herself.

I'm good to go. Good to go. Thanks.

Hey, Terrence.

What's up, doc?
Ain't nothing to talk about.

If I don't perform, I get cut.

- Get cut, my life is over.
- Hey.

As long as you're alive,
your life is not over.

I think you've learned that much.

That's what I'm talking about, see?
You, talking to people.

That's what you do.
It's your job, right?

And just like most people,

their job is what they do.

Football is everything I got.
It's what I do.

You know, and if that's everything and
that gets cut from me, what else I got?

I got six locks on my door.

I got bodyguards outside my window.

And all for what? I keep waking up
in the middle of the night in cold sweats.

Ain't nobody giving that dude
$7 million. Come on.

Terrence.

I think that if you start to talk
about your feelings,

then you'll heal faster,

physically and mentally.

Yeah, well, sorry, doc.

Tomorrow's the end of my career.
I got nothing to wear.

I ain't got time for this.

Hey. I need a favor.
You gotta talk to Pittman.

T.K.'s not ready for this.
He is coming apart out there.

It's his ship. He gets to steer it.

He's gonna steer us
right into a freaking iceberg.

What happened to you? What does
Pittman have on you, anyway?

Got this undying,
unquestioning loyalty.

Don't ever question my loyalty.

I'm not questioning your loyalty.

I'm questioning what you're loyal to.

You're viewing this like a movie, Grace.

We're at the track.

Tell me what you see.

I see Luci.

Her helmet's loose, so...

I tighten it for her.

Make sure she's safe.

Tell me more about Luci.

She's my jammer.

She's my best friend.

It's my job to protect her.

And I didn't that day.

When she got hit off the track.

Let's go back to that moment.

She's gone. I can't see her.

Tell me how you feel
when you can't see her.

Helpless.

It's all my fault.

The smell.

It's here.

Okay. The same smell?

Yes.

It's so strong.

That's good. Just stay with it.
Grace, tell me what it smells like.

Sweet.

But it's like a chemical.

It's overpowering.

If there could be one word
to describe it, what would that be?

Just try.

What's the first thing
that comes to your mind?

Childhood.

It smells like childhood.

You okay in there, Mr. King?

Yeah, I'm good.

Hey, yo.

It's me.

I gotta get out of here.

You are running
your best player into the ground.

Because I want him to show me
that he is fit enough to survive.

You're not protecting your assets.

Your game is bigger than that.
You're using me to play it.

What game is that?

We have been through a lot together.
You can only push me so far.

Who pushed whom, Nico?

- Have we already forgotten?
- Okay.

You want to do this?
Let's do it, right here, right now.

What do you want to know? What? Tell me.

When the first time was?
How long it lasted?

How good she was?

Sure.

First time.

Hotel room, Brussels.

- And after that?
- New York.

- And then?
- Paris.

That was the end of it.

How was she?

Unbelievable.

Yes, she is.

- Are you still in love with her?
- No.

Are you?

That's personal.

Let's not forget,

I was in love with her first.

- But you couldn't pull the trigger.
- I guess I'm just not the marrying kind.

Unlike you.

Are we done?

- I am.
- Tomorrow, T.K.'s run...

go easy on him.
The guy's killing himself for you.

That's what he gets paid
the big bucks for.

I am gonna save this team, Nico.

But I'm gonna do it my way.

Go, Hawks!

Hey.

Grace. What happened?

I was fired from my job.

From the software firm?

I got in a fight with my boss,
and I threw my laptop.

I have never done anything that violent

- off the track.
- It sounds like

you brought DisGrace Kelly
to the office, huh?

Derby is an outlet for me.

It is what makes me
such a great blocker.

Can't you just tell Nitro
to put me back in?

Truthfully, do you really think
that you're ready to go back out there?

I need to get back on my skates.

I thought you were gonna help me.

I'm trying. And believe it or not,
we have made progress.

Really? Because I've lost my job,
and I'm sitting on the sidelines.

So tell me how any of that is progress.

I need to know why the hell any
of this is even happening to me.

Listen to me.
When you were under hypnosis,

I asked you to describe
the smell with one word.

Okay? And you said "childhood."

I did.

Somewhere in your childhood

is the answer to all of it.

But I already told you.

My mom was a drunk.
My father was absent.

My sister's in a wheelchair.

She was in a car accident
when she was 3.

We are getting close to something
and that's why you're so agitated.

- You're blocking something out.
- But what?

- That's what we're trying to figure out.
- Figure it out, damn it.

Before something else
terrible happens.

T.K.?

T.K.

Check these other rooms, okay?

Hey. Yeah. It's me.

Terrence is missing.

What do you mean you can't find him?

Keep looking.
I'll figure it out here.

Is he the invisible man?

He had a minor setback yesterday,
Marshall. He injured himself.

So I heard.

If you want a fair evaluation of his
abilities, then we got to push this.

That won't be necessary.

Call a press conference for 11:59 a.m.

I have seen everything--

- I should say, not seen everything.
- -I need to see.

Did you send it?

I didn't get it.

What's your relationship with Luci?

More like a sister than anything else.

The smell.

Sweet.

But it's like a chemical.

You said that Luci...

was like a sister to you
and that it was your job to protect her.

- Yeah. I already told you that.
- Just bear with me.

You said that your sister
was hit by a car,

but you never
described the details.

So I was wondering

what happened.

What does that have to do with anything?
Something that happened 20 years ago?

Grace...

where were you during the accident?

I was...

outside

with Emily.

Your little sister?

Yes. My mom went in to get a drink, booze.

She told me to watch Em.
I was always watching her.

You were always protecting her.

Yeah.

Em was bored of coloring,
so she went outside to play.

And I was putting the caps
back on the markers.

And that's when...

That's when I heard
that sound, of the car.

Then my mom

came running out into the street.

And my sister...

Her legs...

they're not moving.

All right.

And you were coloring.

- Weren't you?
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

That's the smell.

They blamed me,

and they told me
that it was my fault,

that it was my job
to protect her, and I didn't.

Listen to me.

You were a child.
Your mother was drinking.

It was her job

to protect your sister...

- not yours.
- But I wish I could have.

I wish I could--

I know.

You're good.

Hey.

Hey.

- What's happening?
- He never showed this morning.

Disappeared.

- What about his bodyguards?
- I guess he's smarter than they are.

Okay. Gonna keep this short
and sweet, fellas and fellees.

There are certain changes that we,
as an organization, need to make.

To that end, we will be releasing

Shane Givens,

Lloyd Woodward,

Brian Segerman,

and...

Amir Johnson.

We will also be picking up
the option on Terrence King.

The bonus money we pay

is a bargain to keep
this brave national hero

in a Hawks uniform.
That's what I got. Thank you.

He cuts half our secondary
to keep a player who can't run?

Did you have something to do with this?

No. I didn't.

Well, look, at least we bought
T.K. some time, right?

True. As of now, Terrence King
is still a New York Hawk.

The question is...

where the hell is he?

Yeah, my bad on the time.

Had to shake the goons.

You coming or what?

I know your game.

What do you think?

- Rook to knight 4?
- The layoffs,

hurting team morale, picking up T.K.'s
bonus, dropping four other players.

It all devalues the team.

Why would I want to lower
the value of my own business?

Every dollar less this team is worth...

it's 50 cents you don't
have to pay your wife.

For personal vendetta,
you are going to destroy this team?

And Rome burned down around them.

You realize that the league
will never let you get away with this.

Get away with what?
Protecting my cap space?

Picking up the contract of an all-star
who's likely to recover?

You worry too much.

Gives you frown lines.

Once I regain full control,
I can rebuild this team

the right way. We'll do it together.

We destroy the village
in order to save it? Is that the spin?

Protecting something...

isn't always simple.

Yes. Dad knows I'm grounded,
so you know where to find me.

Ray Jay, listen.

You were right about a few things.

- What?
- Well, you are gonna be 18 soon,

and I won't agree
with every choice you make,

I can't protect you from everything.

But...

there's one thing I can do,
and that's help you protect yourself.

You got me condoms.

How about you and your father
discuss, you know,

the details.

But don't be an idiot.

- Use protection.
- Right.

And, Ray Jay, listen.
You're still grounded for lying.

As long as you're under my roof,
it's my house, my rules.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Yeah?

Dude, I can't believe
you got me condoms.

Me neither.

And I'm not your dude.

I'm your mother.